Thinking Made It So

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Every experience is unlike the other. Some come shielding their eyes with clenched fists, shaking their heads left to right while mumbling incoherent words. Others enter with salty tears carving crevices in their faces, and their lips trembling from an unseen coldness. Few arrive with their mouths open, jaws dropped as their wide eyes scan where they are. Every arrival is unique to each character, but they all end up here, in the After. The After is my home, the homes of creatures like me and those humans who have made it here. It is the place, any place we imagine or wish it to be, where humans will live on after their mortal body dies. That is if they can find full acceptance of themselves, or course. Otherwise, they go to the Before – a place where their souls are once again reincarnated into a mortal vessel. In my world, I am one of the many who welcome those that reach this stage. That is, I was. I have been recently assigned to be a Guardian, helping to decide if after a human’s death if they will go to the After or the Before. I must observe and not interfere. I should be able to agree with this news and accept my new position, but I cannot do so without feeling a heavy weight settle in my stomach. More than anything, this new sensation of dread is a bigger fear of mine than my new job though, and only for one reason. In the After and the Before, all emotions and relationships are illogical, as they interfere. Feeling is outlawed by the fact that it makes us believe in the false assumption that right and wrong exist in our worlds, as humans have already mistakenly done. From now on though, I will watch over Freya. ********** “Run them over” The response comes from a red faced man as an announcement had finishes addr... ... middle of paper ... ...r, distracted doesn’t look at her either. The only way this will end is with blood splattered and her bones broken. I lose my breath. My heart begins to beat so loudly I can hear it in my ears. I reach for my head as I slightly hunch over. I feel my throat clench tight. I become rooted to the spot, meters away from Freya. My mind floods with an array of thoughts, none that I can control. I cannot let her die. If I do though, she’ll enter the After. Does she deserve to leave her life behind? What consequences will I face if I save her? Ignoring the millenniums of moral brain wiring I know what I must do. I don’t know the answer to these questions, I know though, that I cannot let this happen – that this is wrong. So, I run, feet pounding on the pavement, and I push Freya out the way of the vehicle that would have killed her. I save her life - I do what is right.

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