What is this I am seeing? I feel so bad. It's like I am sick, I need him to stop this
"Stop, take...your hand off...of my forehead, I can't...breath anymore..." I am stuttering, unable to take it anymore.
The angel takes his hand off and says:
"A spirit doesn't die, nor does it breath, your past is a part of you, you can't keep running from it forever"
I feel embarrassed. I just made up a lie because I didn't want to see those things, but who would have thought I couldnt even lie.
"Well, I don't wanna go to hell! I accept to space-travel and go on missions, but how do I know if there are any? Will you come and tell me?" I ask, but his answer is:
"You will know when God wishes to tell you. A contract will be shown before you when I come back, you have to sign it. After that, I will go and come back with some training books, these books will train you mentally, physically, and they will also train you soul. You will be allowed to use your body to train, but nobody will see it. People will still treat you as you are dead. You have half a year to do whatever is written in the books, after that you will be going on missions, understood?" he asks, looking really hot.
Damn, I can't take this, why can't he be ugly? I swear I'm gonna ruin my image if my nose bleeds, can't let that happen. I should probably just let him go.
" Yeah ok, I'll be waiting, go," I say, and he looks infuriated.
"Are you chasing me out of a graveyard?!"
Sh*t, can he stop being so hot? Even his angry look is so--no, restrain yourself.
"No mister angel, I wouldn't dare, I feel sleepy, so if you wanna watch me sleep, you're welcome" I say, but his face looks grossed out, and he says:
"Is your nose bleeding? Wait, you don't even have blood, how is it possible that your damn nose is bleeding so much?!" he yells, pulling me back and forth.
"Stop, I'm gonna throw up," I say, feeling nauseous.
My image is ruined, I wanna dig a hole and burry myself in it, but I'm already underground, how useless.
"Ignorant human, you really disgust me, don't ever come near me," he says, looking anywhere but at me.
"Don't tell me you--you're a neat freak? Pfft HAHAHAHAHA" I laugh, unable to control myself.
"Don't you mock me, human. Besides I'm just clean, you on the other hand--well I can't say much really" he mocks, looking up and down at me.
When he looks at me like that, it's like I'm having a fetish, I want him to keep looking. It feels good to be stared at by hot guys.
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