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NOAH

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My name is Noah Scott. 

Noah Scott is dead.

If you ask anyone from back home about me, they’ll lower their heads and mutter something about “gone too soon” or “he was such a good kid”. Everyone knows that Noah Scott is dead.

So why am I alive?

And why don’t I remember anything else?

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Her name is Addison Preston.

She doesn’t know me. I wish she did.

At least, I think so.

I woke up in an unknown place with strangers wandering about and a busy road nearby and nothing but the knowledge of my death and her.

But she doesn’t know me.

I wish she did.

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This is what I remember.

There was a car. I think. Or maybe an airplane?

No, I think it was a car. Definitely a car.

And then there was water. Lots of water. Water everywhere. I don’t like water anymore.

And then…

And then there was Addison.

And I remember that I was scared. I was really scared, I was terrified, but then I wasn’t.

Because there was Addison.

I was okay because there was Addison.

I’m scared now. I’m alone in a street full of people I don’t know. I’m scared now. I miss Addison.

I don’t know Addison.

I feel like I should.

This is what I remember.

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This is what I know.

The sky is black, or maybe a deep navy blue. Like how you’d always imagined it would be like if you lived on Saturn when you were five.

The buildings are glass. Or silver. Or something shining. Which is strange because there’s no real source of light. It’s as if the city itself produces its own light. As if the city is glowing.

There are no cars. Just people. Most of them are on the older side, but there are some that are younger.

Everyone looks happy. Everyone. It’s unsettling, but welcoming at the same time.

Somewhere on the horizon, the buildings stop. Cut off. They end. It is like this in every direction.

This is what I know.

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I found out that other people here are supposed to be dead. I saw someone about six years older than me, 23 or so, sitting on a bench alone and so I asked him where we were.

He said, “It’s called he city of stars. How’d you get here?”

I told him how I really shouldn’t be here, how I had… died?

“On the contrary, I believe that you should be here. Everyone that I’ve met in the past week since I’ve been here has said the same thing. You’re in the right place, don’t worry.”

“Don’t worry,” he told me.

Don’t

Worry.

Don’t worry.

Don’t worry?

Don’t worry.

Worry not.

No need to worry.

I don’t have to worry.

Worry?

Why would I worry?

I’m not worried.

Really.

I’m not worried.

Not worried.

I’m not.

Not worried.

I’m not worried

I’m not

Don’t worry

I’m not

I don’t

I’m not worrying

Not worried

Not me

I’m not

Worried

Worrying

I’m worried