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It has always been quite surprising when a fellow colleague or friend passes way, yet somehow it just isn't as surprising when the same happens to you. One just kind of excepts it. I for one, wasn't at all surprised when I died. Being the type of person my killer was, it was to be expected sooner or later. But to end my life in front of my son is something I will never forgive him for. But all of that is in the past now. I prefer not to bring these things up.
An old friend told me once that he believes the afterlife is shaped to your desires. Another friend told me it's the same for everyone. Honestly I didn't believe any of the theories since I found no interest in them. But what happened right after I felt that sting of a bullet in my heart sure did surprise me.
It was like feeling everything and nothing at once. I felt as if I was nothing but air. I simply floated. It felt as if the world stood still for me. The screams, the footsteps, the cries of a child who would soon forget love... It all just happened... And I had no power over it.
A moment later I blacked out and when I woke up, I remember feeling a warm wind go through me. I looked around and saw a comforting place, at such an uncomfortable time. Figures danced around me as I felt myself wander to a pair of golden gates. They shined brightly as I floated toward them, a comfort washing over me.
When I was about ten feet from the gates, a figure, which seemed to be made out of solid light, rose up in front of me. It soon took the form of a tired looking man in his late sixties. He was holding a binder which was about the size of a large dog. He stared down at me with those tired eyes and sighed as he flipped through the files. When he finally stopped flipping, he put on a small pair of glasses and started to read off the page.
"Gregory Edgeworth?" He asked, looking down at me impatiently. I nodded. The man looked back into the binder.
"Let's see here, attorney, died at age 35 from a gunshot to the heart. Only known family is his son..." The man turned back to me, his annoyed expression changing into a face of empathy.
"How old was your son?"
My eyes stung as I muttered,
"He was nine. May I ask what happened to him?"
The man adjusted his glasses. "He is alive and living with a prosecutor, Manfred Von Karma in Germany."
A wave of horror and anger took over me. How could that cheating rat take my child?! Wasn't Raymond supposed to care for him?! Thankfully I managed to keep the words in but that man was reading me like a book.
"Mr. Edgeworth, though I cannot explain further, what I can assure you is that there was no harm or abuse to your son from his new caretaker. Anyway, you lived a sinless life so you are free to go on through those gates. I believe there is a special job open for you."
The man walked over to the gates, clicked something similar to a door bell, and in a flash of gold and... Feathers? He was gone. Before I could react, the gates slid open, covering my sight with a blinding light.
"I suppose this is the land we go to when we die." I muttered. I then took a deep breath, and stepped through the gates.