EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE

DANTE

It was foggy and I could hardly make sense of where I was.

I could not move too even as I struggled to but I could hear her.

Diana, I called out

She was talking about so many things and asking me to come back to her.

Where are you? I asked

I did not think she could hear me; I wanted her to hear me as so I struggled until I slipped into the blackness once more.

My eyes snapped open; it wasn’t dark or foggy and I was staring at some white ceiling.

Is this heaven, I thought and then smiled stupidly

There was no way I would be in heaven if I died and this did not look like the hell that the bible spoke of which would be filled with fire and brimstone and where sinners would cry and gnash their teeth until the end of time.

I was feeling quite comfortable even though I still could not move without pains shooting up my body and…

I moved my head to the side, settling on hair touching my arm.

Diana, I thought

There was no way Diana who would be in hell with me and it suddenly hi