"I guess this is how it ends then?"
"Not quite."
Emily Lathorne was never the one to beat around the bush. She was fierce, brave, witty, incredibly intelligent and loved. When she smiled, everyone around her did too. When she sang, you couldn't help but sing along. When she danced, she would raise every single sitter to their feet. When she died, for the first time in a while it was quiet.
But somewhere, in the Expectantes Locus, she was trying to save herself and everyone around her. Again.
If she doesn't do it, everything will go to hell. Literally.
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After My Death (ON HOLD)
Teen Fiction"I always knew, that every person can die any minute. But for someone like me, 18 year old, it wasn't that important to think what is death and what comes after that. Some say you go to heaven and some think, that you just disappear and that's it. W...
