24 Days before the soul reaping.
“Uhhhh.” I stood in front of the counter,looking dumbfounded because I thought I would see the guy standing at the same spot but it was just another man with black-rimmed glasses, wearing an apron.
“Hi?”
“Oh, uh, one black tea latte, please.” I picked my wallet and paid for my drinks when the guy nodded and rang my order. I looked around the café, noticing the customers here and there but no sign of him. Maybe he was in the kitchen.
“Do you need anything else?” The guy asked curiously when he saw me tapping my fingers on the counter.
“Um, where’s the other barista? The one who…bakes.”
“Oh, you mean Luke, right? Only Luke and I have morning shift these days.” The barista, whom I noticed his tag on his shirt said his name was Marco, made my drink and gave it to me.
“I thought he worked everyday.”
“Nah, the guy has classes.”
If this Luke person was a human I wanted, it would be pretty depressing; no matter how many times I reaped human’s souls I still didn’t like reaping young souls. He still went to class for god’s sake.
“Okay…thanks.” I nodded, trying not to be a creep and asked when Luke was going to come here, so I went to my old spot and looked at the piles of magazine.
I read the magazine like the first day that I came here. What different was that I had a smartphone now! Wow, so cool. Look at this weird shape object. I texted Kat sometimes when I felt bored from doing tons of quizzes in the magazines. The horoscope column was funny for me because instead of the day I was born I used the day I was dead instead to learn about my future (beware of color brown, they said.) and that was how we did it in the Underworld.
I looked up sometimes when I heard voices but it was just customers coming. I sighed, went back to read the music review in the paper. The music industry here was interesting but not as interesting as the one in Underworld; like other industries, sometimes people who died up here still liked to keep their job down there and the same also applied to those singers and performers whose time here was up. One time there was a band that had a car accident, so they went to the Underworld altogether and still made music there.
“Hey.”
I looked up again, my gaze followed the voice, Marco, that barista earlier was holding comic books.
“Are you…the person who talked to Luke about his comics?”
I raised my eyebrows, were those for me? “If he only talked about that to one person then yeah, I am.”
“Cool. Luke told me to give you this and watch you read them in the café. ‘Don’t let anyone take my comics away, Marco, they were my precious’ he said.” Marco rolled his eyes, put the comics on the table and walked away.
I thanked the guy. I was so happy to get to continue reading these comics. Part of me really hoped this Luke was my human so I got to keep these.
I spent hours reading and rereading the comics again and again. The art was so good but to be honest, sometimes I just wanted the protagonists to give up if they had to die for love. Human was so scary in that aspect; some of them were pretty okay dying for someone they loved. Maybe I used to be like this when I was alive, I wouldn’t know. No one knew what or how they were before reliving in Underworld.
I felt really annoyed when I saw the world ‘to be continued’ at the corner of the page. I also want to continue the story, man, if only there were more of these…
I was too engrossed in the comics that I didn’t hear the door opened and the footsteps walking towards me.
“Hey, it’s you! I thought you weren’t going to come anymore. It’s been almost a week.” Luke was standing behind me, smiling brightly. “How’s the comic?”
Well…to be continued indeed.
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