Lost and… Found (The end)

In an instant I felt that the cold ground I sat on cracked a little then got slightly bigger. I stood up like a mad man and watched the abrupt lines decentred from where I was standing. Then one of the tiny powerful line literally chased me and I had to run as quickly as possible like a I was in an olmpyiad for some rewards I don’t know what. Fear? Is that my reward? Such a reward!

I failed.

No more land for my worn shoes to stand on. The hole on the ground was big and dark and ugly and I was succumbed to it. And pitch black it was. At that point I hate death. I hate that it took my body mass that I could not turn in the air. I just fell…helplessly. I felt the wind and it was cooler than my dead body temperature. Is there a death after one?

Where was I? What happened few moments ago? Suddenly I stood up in a very bright room full of many many maaaaannyyyyy people waiting in a very tight line. And no one talked to others. They…we just waited.

And I didn’t know for how long but suddenly I was on the first line and some angles (what else to call white-dressed men in a place like this?) took me to another room and said to me:

“You were lost for your act of suicide. You were supposed to wander off until the end of the day. But a human with heart as pure as snow passed away in a tragedy was given a privelege and has asked of you.”

He stepped back. And I didn’t know that there was a door—a big one—opened behind him. My girlfriend was there. She was at her brightest.

I was found.

–Je–