A/N: A separate life from the first, though not necessarily one directly after the one in the previous chapter. MC has had multiple lives.
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An unknown time later ...
In a different world... A different earth... A different life...
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"Ahh, the new episode is finally out. I want to get home first before watching it, but why is the bus late???"
The young man also looked tired, it seemed he had been waiting for quite a while.
'My legs are growing numb.' He looked behind him and courted the bench positioned there for people waiting for the bus to sit and wait. It seemed like a better idea to just wait there, so he walked towards it and sat.
'Its just a habit now. But since there's no one here today, guess I won't have to fight my way in, I can wait here.' He thought to himself.
A few minutes later while scrolling through pages on his phone to find the perfect stuff for the situation, the young man finally got it. He was also seated on the bench at the bus stop that had a metal housing over it to provide cover, so he wasn't ashamed to be in public. After all, these things were not safe for view in public.
Normally, it would be alright, but having read the manga already, he knew what the next episode he had been waiting for held, something extra juicy.
Just like that, thirty minutes went by without Mike realising, how could he, when he was heavily invested in something more exciting.
'I should stop now, before I Sully my trousers in public.' He had always been a big shooter after all, so he would definitely penetrate through two lines of defence out here.
Even then, he didn't stop, he was really invested. To top it off, work wasn't as stressful as it usually was, so he still had enough energy in him.
'Fuck, I can't go out like this, I have to close that tab first...' He tried to crawl to his phone, but he couldn't, he was stuck under some rubble or whatever it was that prevented him from moving.
"Fuck!!! Someone just got hit!"
"Quick, don't just stand there, call the police or an ambulance!!"
"On it, but why am I being yelled at?? Why don't you do it instead??"
As all these people rushed over, trying to figure out a way to help the young man who had just been hit, his consciousness slowly faded away, and he could feel it.
'This is how I die.' in that moment, he must have had that one thing they say happen when you are about to die. A recollection of all your regrets in life.
'Funny how I wished for something about disappearing just the day before...'
At this moment, his heart was not at ease, not in the least. To top it off, he looked up only to find something that looked almost like an illusion, something ethereal.
'What are those? Are angels really real? If they are... then, I'm really fucked...'
Of course he was scared, after all if angels truly existed, that would mean that God was real also, and he hasn't exactly been living a good life as supposed to. 'fuck, I should have listened to granny and stayed a good kid.'
Seeing such visions, the first thing that came to mind was to escape, but he couldn't, his body wouldn't move.
Despite all the struggle, he couldn't escape, as he couldn't move, he was somehow trapped this position the same way he had died. When he looked around however, everything was in a standstill, and all colour was void, then he saw the angel's face properly and his heart was at ease, a bit.
'It's not God, after all, there are no female angels, this must be something else.'
Not having much time to process any other thing properly, he lost his consciousness when the angels got close.
That, was all.