Death had really never been far from Luke's mind; for much of his life, he'd actually courted it. On his darkest days, in a gallows humor sort of way, he'd joke with himself about whether Death would at least buy him - an addict (recovering) - a drink first before ushering him off into the great unknown.
When he'd gotten clean, though, he really hoped he'd be able to live out at least another few decades, maybe. It felt like after everything he'd been through, everything his family had been through, that dying prematurely would be a slap in the face for all of them, but especially Nell, who had fought so hard for him to live.
He knows he's dead, obviously, but he can't remember how, or why. There was a hope that in the end, at least, he'd be reunited with his twin. He hadn't thought much about Heaven, figuring he'd end up in Hell, but this place couldn't really be Heaven without Nell. So, right from the start, it all felt wrong. Everything here is...good, it's almost nauseatingly perfect in a way that's unsettling. By all rights, he's exactly where they say he is, but something just feels off and he can't put his finger on it.
He's staying in a clean house with bland white walls and weird paintings of fruit. Not his idea of Heaven, either. His soulmate seems nice enough, but he thinks he's kind of bad at this whole thing. Can anyone blame him, though? He's just found out he's dead, and he's stuck in a place he would have never chosen to live in real life.
luke crain || OTA
When he'd gotten clean, though, he really hoped he'd be able to live out at least another few decades, maybe. It felt like after everything he'd been through, everything his family had been through, that dying prematurely would be a slap in the face for all of them, but especially Nell, who had fought so hard for him to live.
He knows he's dead, obviously, but he can't remember how, or why. There was a hope that in the end, at least, he'd be reunited with his twin. He hadn't thought much about Heaven, figuring he'd end up in Hell, but this place couldn't really be Heaven without Nell. So, right from the start, it all felt wrong. Everything here is...good, it's almost nauseatingly perfect in a way that's unsettling. By all rights, he's exactly where they say he is, but something just feels off and he can't put his finger on it.
He's staying in a clean house with bland white walls and weird paintings of fruit. Not his idea of Heaven, either. His soulmate seems nice enough, but he thinks he's kind of bad at this whole thing. Can anyone blame him, though? He's just found out he's dead, and he's stuck in a place he would have never chosen to live in real life.