He got a tea bag and started making himself a cup of tea.
“Uh… sure.”
When the kettle had boiled, and he had
poured himself some tea, he made his way to the kitchen bench and
placed his cup down before walking out of the room. I was unable to
move my eyes away from him. A few seconds later, he shuffled back
into the room with a rolled up newspaper under his arm. He unrolled
it and opened it as he settled down on a stool.
This was the weirdest thing ever to see.
Asher was acting like my mother, like the priests and nuns back at
the Michaelite Sanctuary. Well, he is supposed to be twenty-six or
twenty-seven. The first lot of toast popped up, and I headed to the
fridge to grab something to put on it. I grabbed the jam and the
butter, as I knew that’s what Asher likes. I had seen him eat his
toast like that back at the Michaelite Sanctuary. I spread his
toast and placed it in front of him.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks, babe.”
That’s when I saw what he was reading.
“Oh, my God!” I snatched the paper from him
and turned it around so I could read it.
“Hey!”
I studied the headline and the photo below,
and suddenly, I felt nauseous. It read:
“ More mysterious deaths and strange
phenomena witnessed”
I looked to Asher for confirmation.
“More strange deaths?”
“Yeah, this isn’t the beginning, I’m afraid.
It’s increasing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, people have been disappearing,
turning up dead, and then reappearing to their families.”
My eyes widen. “No way! People are dying and
coming back? Are they ghosts?”
“No, I don’t think so. One of the witnesses
said her daughter drowned in the pool and turned up a few days
after the funeral looking as new, fleshy, and warm as the day she
died.”
“Oh, please don’t tell me they’re zombies!
Please don’t tell me this is a zombie apocalypse!”
“No, that would be stupid.”
“Then what are they? They obviously can’t be
Nephilim anymore.”
“No one knows what they are.”
I read the article. A thought occurred to
me.
“How long has this been going on?”
“For about ten years.”
My suspicions were right. It can’t be a
coincidence!
“Eden? Babe? Are you all right? You’ve gone
pale.”
“This is all my fault!”
“What are you talking about?”
“I have to go.” I forgot about my toast and
ran to get dressed.
“Eden? What do you mean? Where are you
going?”
“I’m going to try to fix this.”
“Fix what?” I pull on jeans, a singlet top,
and lace up my sneakers before grabbing a hoodie. “Eden!”
I ran to the front door, but Asher grabbed
my arm and turned me back around.
“Eden, will you please fill me in. What’s
going on?”
“What if this is all my fault? I think I’m
the reason this is happening. I’ve upset the balance.”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“I died ten years ago, Asher. That was not a
dream I had early this morning. That was a memory. You died, as
well.”
“Okay… I think you need to lie down, or eat
something. You’re not making sense.”
“No! I have to go find Jaz. She’s the one
who had caused me to die. She was the one person who had the
ability to harvest souls and return them. Killing me tipped the
scales and now everyone who dies, and who was meant to go the Realm
of Death, gets spat back out again.”
Now it was Asher’s time to turn a ghostly
shade of white. I realized he had no memory of what I was talking
about. He had no memory of our deaths. Could Jaz somehow have
tampered with his memories? I had to track her down and set things
straight and restore the balance in the world. I went to open the
door, but Asher’s voice stopped me.
“Eden, are you talking about Jaz, as in
Jazmine my ex-girlfriend?”
I clenched my fists.
“Ex-girlfriend?” Oh, that little witch. I
was going to end her and send her arse into the Realm of Death to
live with Abraham. Let’s see how she likes that!
“Yeah, before I married you, I
“Uh… sure.”
When the kettle had boiled, and he had
poured himself some tea, he made his way to the kitchen bench and
placed his cup down before walking out of the room. I was unable to
move my eyes away from him. A few seconds later, he shuffled back
into the room with a rolled up newspaper under his arm. He unrolled
it and opened it as he settled down on a stool.
This was the weirdest thing ever to see.
Asher was acting like my mother, like the priests and nuns back at
the Michaelite Sanctuary. Well, he is supposed to be twenty-six or
twenty-seven. The first lot of toast popped up, and I headed to the
fridge to grab something to put on it. I grabbed the jam and the
butter, as I knew that’s what Asher likes. I had seen him eat his
toast like that back at the Michaelite Sanctuary. I spread his
toast and placed it in front of him.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks, babe.”
That’s when I saw what he was reading.
“Oh, my God!” I snatched the paper from him
and turned it around so I could read it.
“Hey!”
I studied the headline and the photo below,
and suddenly, I felt nauseous. It read:
“ More mysterious deaths and strange
phenomena witnessed”
I looked to Asher for confirmation.
“More strange deaths?”
“Yeah, this isn’t the beginning, I’m afraid.
It’s increasing.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, people have been disappearing,
turning up dead, and then reappearing to their families.”
My eyes widen. “No way! People are dying and
coming back? Are they ghosts?”
“No, I don’t think so. One of the witnesses
said her daughter drowned in the pool and turned up a few days
after the funeral looking as new, fleshy, and warm as the day she
died.”
“Oh, please don’t tell me they’re zombies!
Please don’t tell me this is a zombie apocalypse!”
“No, that would be stupid.”
“Then what are they? They obviously can’t be
Nephilim anymore.”
“No one knows what they are.”
I read the article. A thought occurred to
me.
“How long has this been going on?”
“For about ten years.”
My suspicions were right. It can’t be a
coincidence!
“Eden? Babe? Are you all right? You’ve gone
pale.”
“This is all my fault!”
“What are you talking about?”
“I have to go.” I forgot about my toast and
ran to get dressed.
“Eden? What do you mean? Where are you
going?”
“I’m going to try to fix this.”
“Fix what?” I pull on jeans, a singlet top,
and lace up my sneakers before grabbing a hoodie. “Eden!”
I ran to the front door, but Asher grabbed
my arm and turned me back around.
“Eden, will you please fill me in. What’s
going on?”
“What if this is all my fault? I think I’m
the reason this is happening. I’ve upset the balance.”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“I died ten years ago, Asher. That was not a
dream I had early this morning. That was a memory. You died, as
well.”
“Okay… I think you need to lie down, or eat
something. You’re not making sense.”
“No! I have to go find Jaz. She’s the one
who had caused me to die. She was the one person who had the
ability to harvest souls and return them. Killing me tipped the
scales and now everyone who dies, and who was meant to go the Realm
of Death, gets spat back out again.”
Now it was Asher’s time to turn a ghostly
shade of white. I realized he had no memory of what I was talking
about. He had no memory of our deaths. Could Jaz somehow have
tampered with his memories? I had to track her down and set things
straight and restore the balance in the world. I went to open the
door, but Asher’s voice stopped me.
“Eden, are you talking about Jaz, as in
Jazmine my ex-girlfriend?”
I clenched my fists.
“Ex-girlfriend?” Oh, that little witch. I
was going to end her and send her arse into the Realm of Death to
live with Abraham. Let’s see how she likes that!
“Yeah, before I married you, I
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