I always thought that death would always be a more badass thing, especially mine. As I stare down the front of the truck I think back on my life, all my regrets, mistakes, problems. What if I hadn’t dived in time. A second too late and it would be her.

When guys tell their girlfriends that they would die for them they are always imagining some epic hero moment. Not that I wouldn’t die for her this way, I just want my death to be more remembered I guess.

What is wrong with me? I’m thinking about myself again. This is how I die, end of story. If there is one thing I am okay with in this moment it is who I am dying for. I wish I got a better look at her before shoving her aside. I guess this is finally it. The truck is inches away now.

I’m sorry Raven.

Everything fades away. The breeze on my skin is gone. All sound has dissipated. I can no longer see the truck. Ravens shouts have come to a halt. I'm cold.

“Get off the floor” I hear a voice speak to me. I try to scramble to my feet but end up landing on my knees.

What happened?

“Where is she?” I do not hesitate to shout out. My eyes adjust slightly and I see a man standing above me.

Are those wings? What the hell.

He is glowing. Literally glowing.

Blue light steals my vision. It burns yet I feel no pain. My eyes finally finish adjusting and I can see the man.

His golden, tangled, hair draped over his shoulders. His toned body practically towering above me. The ruffle of feathers grasps my attention more, his wings arched high above his shoulders.

“She? As in the one you died for?” he asks calmly, too calmly.

“Where the hell am I?” I am yelling now. I gain my balance. Is this heaven?

He looks at me, smirks, and speaks once more, “If only it were that simple.”

Did he just hear my thoughts? I didn’t say it out loud. This is all insane. Just a minute ago I was staring down a truck about to hit me.

I want to run, leave, get out of here, but I don't even know where I am.

It's really not fair y'know? We were, I mean I was? Anyways I was real young, just turned 21, a junior in college. Raven's 20, you could say we had that kind of "puppy love". All for it to end by an idiot running a red light. Again, I'm glad it was me and not her, but there's just so much I'm gonna miss about being there with her. Her beautiful eyes green as jade and jet black hair that was silken, but wavy, a mix of wild but put together. I already miss our coffee dates and stupid inside jokes. My brain goes through some episode where it replays all the happy moments I had with her, the ones I won't get to experience or recreate. She was my angel. I had only been dating her for 6 months.

A real "angel" stands before me in this blinding blue light. I mean c'mon, his hair is tangled, aren't angels supposed to care about aesthetics and be put together? Either way, I find it hard to believe this man is an angel, I've read that they are actually supposed to look scary to guard and ward off bad spirits. So how can I be so sure that this scarily fit and chiselled-looking figure isn't really an imposter? It is known in mythology that evil hides in beauty to seduce you, and then boom, you end up somewhere you aren't supposed to be. Many things conflict when philosophers debate what happens after death, but what the actual hell-- sorry, maybe I shouldn't say that. I just can't believe I actually am a spirit and still have vision and thought. I thought that once everything went black, and I shut my eyes that would be it, that it would stay that way and I'd simply disappear. I wonder if it really is like the movies, can I go visit Raven? Will she be able to hear my voice if I call out for her? Is haunting real? But before I can escape this prism and visit all the familiar places, I need to "follow his command".

He signals for me to get on his back for him to fly me somewhere. Half sarcastically I said, "Woah there buddy, are you not gonna take me out to dinner first? Or wait, how about this, what's your name?" He returned my request with the most disturbingly sweet grin that sent shivers down my now nonexistent skin, or shell. "Dolion". He said no more and just glared into my eyes. Right there and then I froze, and dared not to follow him when he started walking towards what seemed to be a gate. I'd heard that name before in my lifetime, I didn't quite know what it meant, but everything in my intuition is telling me to run.

Strangely, another thought popped up, without cue, and made me want to writhe and throw up. Raven, my beloved girlfriend. Raven... ravens foreshadow death. What was the true reason I was led to her and died in this way? How do I leave this place? Please, if any good deities are real, give me clarity. My head raced with thoughts both abstract and starting to make sense, but not in the way you could write down. Not in a way I could tell someone without them calling me crazy, and I can't even speak to living beings anymore anyways. And so, my vision started to blur, and just before I blacked out, the "floor" fell from under me. Ouch.