The name is Aurora Valentine and I’m writing this from a so called place named Heaven. The motives of me writing this was because I’m dead and I was offered a second chance.
For the past three hours— or three days if you counted it by how times passed here, I’ve been separated from my body. But unlike any other “souls” who got busy exploring “Heaven” I’d rather just stay in the garden and get questioned by the guardians every single day.
The questions are just keep getting weirder and weirder every single day, until one question struck me like a lightning and I put all my attention into it. “Do you want to reincarnate?”
I asked why, of course. They said my organs have been donated and because my heart matched with someone, I get to live forever inside the body’s new owner, which became mine after the heart got transplanted into. However, they never said anything about the recipient so here I am now, stuck in a form of a 17 years old girl who will start her senior year in a month. Great, it feels like I’m going to repeat my senior year right after I actually have just graduated 6 months ago.
There’s actually one thing I haven’t told you about the crash, that my boyfriend surprisingly survived. God’s favorite I supposed. But I’m not jealous at all. In fact, I’m happy for him.
Which leads me into where I am standing right now. Not for an act of revenge, but to watch my boyfriend’s — ex-boyfriend’s wedding. Couldn’t be more tragic than the lady’s story whose form I borrowed right?
I’m a funny girl everybody can tell, but as I walked through the carpet which leads me straight to the bride’s table, I suddenly turned into the most emotional ‘person’ ever. And all I can think of was the fact that I didn’t even get the chance to say the till death do us a part line but death has already done us part.
I thought they numbed our feelings as we were dead?
“Excuse me, are you having trouble finding your seat, ma’am?”
I recognize the voice. It’s Mario’s. Goosebumps rose on my skin as he began to touch my right shoulder from the back. I turned around and my eyes stared straight into his eyes.
“No, I’m not. I was actually was looking for you. Congratulations on your wedding.” I was forcing a smile upon him. But he didn't notice because he smiled back at me.
“Thank you so much. I appreciate it.” And there it was, the smile I had fallen in love with, how wonderful it was to see it again.
Is it wrong of me to wish you’d never moved on? And selfishly, even if I was dead, I’d still like to be the one and only one who owns that smile. I’d trade anything for it but my life to see that smile every fucking day.
“I believe she’s a great woman. I’m so happy for you.” I said.
“Thank you so much. And yeah, she is. She’s an extraordinary woman, I’m so lucky to have her.”
But seeing him like this. Falling in love all over again. It made me realize, it’s me who needed to move on. Yet it also realized me how lucky I was the first time.
“Can I give you some words?”
“Sure, anything. I’d love to hear it.”
“Drive safe. Never go over 180 anymore. Follow the speed limit. And may you have your happy ending with her.”
He froze.
His eyes narrowed. “How did you- who are you?”
I slowly took a small step to the back before replying to his questions. Although it sounds like he’s retorting. But I answered it anyway. “Past.”
As the band was tuning in again, I was no longer there. And that’s where my story ended, and his began.
October 21st, 2021.
Please excuse me if there are any grammatical errors.
