ASHEY laughed. That kind of laugh that with tears. That kind of laughter that she hasn't done yet in her entire life. No joke makes her laugh like that. Only that-- when the so called angel, told her that she's dead.
"Live, love, laugh, that were the things that you should done when you're alive," the angel firmly said, "I'd read your records. How boring your life was," he added, when he released a gadget that Ashey don't know where it from or where the angel get it.
The Angel of death is... wingless. And he is actually wearing all black-- from his shirt, pants, as well as his shoes-- those were exactly look like the same to the pair of shoes that sells in the market! He's not wearing white that many people will assumed by hearing the word 'angel'.
The angel of death is handsome. That kind of a face that while you keep on staring, comforting in the eyes. That face can compare to the hollywood artists. The obvious curly hair is combed well in a brushed up style. Anyway, he said, they were in limbo now. Limbo is a place that is like a setting in a foggy scene of the movies. I'ts cold there and she don't see anything there. Just her and Azraelle. She also vaguely see the view below, seems like, they step on nothingness. And oh, she's still wearing the slacks of her uniform and...
"Been trying to recollect what happened?" The angel asked.
Ashey's eyes widened in the sudden arrival of realizations...
"Ashey Emerald Brown, 23, teacher, NBSB, virgin-- gah, what a boring life you have down there, human." Ashey rolled her eyes to his insulting remarks. He insulted her while tapping something to his gadget-- bigger than ordinary cellphone, "Cause of death: Stab wound. Your killer is the father of your student. He blamed you for the suicide of his daughter, months ago. "
"What?" She was utterly surprised by hearing that. She will not contest her untimely death, but the death of her student is absolutely not her fault! That accusation is not true! "
"I know where that what came from, I talked to Therese Nuevo the day I picked her up. Yes, I was also the one who's assigned to picked her then. The child is suicidal, really. She's still happy that she was finally rid her life, that she's finally free for the things that weigh her down."
"Where is she? Where is Therese? I need to talk to her." She felt sorry for her student.
Therese Nuevo was a quiet child, weak in her class, so there's a time she'd chose to focused on her. She didn't know that she committed suicide. No one knows in their school, though. They didn't know.
She, herself, has been in Therese shoes way back in her high school days. Quiet, with a heavy burden in heart. If only Therese handle the problem just how she handled it. Human capacity to carry and received concerns and problems is not really the same.
"I don't know. My job is picking up the souls who will assigned to me, nothing else. After picking dead human, you guys will stay here in limbo. Souls gradually disappear the moment I'd sent their records to the superior angels."
"Where's San Pedro?"
"What?"
"San Pedro, the one who had hen and you will pass first to him before reaching the gate of heaven."
"Nothing. Only angels with a tasks and a missions, are here. You, humans had a colorful mind for believing that."
"How much is your salary?"
"Currently no hiring."
"Whut?! How can I live here with that?"
"You're already dead. There's definitely no reason for you to live," he brutally said.
"So, you're telling me that my corpse is currently b--loated... by now?" She remembered Azraelle, mentioned it earlier.
She died by stabbing but her killer threw her corpse in the river after.
"Unfortunately, yes." She just looked in the angel's eyes. And hugged herself.
Can she still do anything about it? About what has already happened? If she cried, can it will bring back her life? No. So, she might deal with it. Besides, she was accustomed to misfortune since birth.
If there was a bright side to what happened, it was the fact that no one would mourn her loss. She left nothing. But, it's also sad to think that all her life, she lived alone. She died alone, so no one will look for her. She was just erased from the world like that...
Death unknown.
No one will grieve.
No one will bury her...
"I want to see and talk to my student, Therese."
"You'll see her later. I haven't sent your record because your life in your world is boring. You haven't enjoyed it. I'm considering that you can back there."
"You--- mean... I will live again?"
"Nope. I don't have a power to do that, human. But I can delayed your death."
"Seriously?" Her eyes seemed to shine at what she heard.
She will live again...
"If you don't want the offe---"
"Who said, I don't want to?"
"But it looks like there's a battle of mind versus matter that playing on your mind, right now."
"Exactly. Because it seems too good to be true. Should I achieve anything or something in return?"
"Nothing. Giving a chance to ressurect a dead person is the decision of the angel who assigned to them. We only give this for the deserving soul anyway, for those who are eligible to be given a second chance to live. For those like you, again, your first life is kinda boring."
"Wow, I don't know if that's a compliment or insult, but, since you're going to take me back to the world of living, I'll take that it as a compliment."
The angel handed her the gadget he was holding, "Okay then, sign this first."
Wow! A contract!
"One more thing, Ashey, please live. Make the most out of it. And please, I don't want to hear any complaints after this. You chose to claim to live again, I don't Insisted it to you," Azraelle firmly said while Ashey handed the gadget back to him. She's done with contract signing.
That's all, and Ashey felt that she was slowly disappearing in front of the angel... as if someone pulling her soul somewhere...
"I forgot to tell you that give me a drink down there, when I visits you, Human."
"Na-ah, whuttt?"