I knew I had died. I had been there after all. You don't magically forget stuff like that. But where I went afterwards was frankly not what I had been expecting.
You see, one of my many side jobs had been a minister for a coexist organization. I was not an active one, I did not hold ceremonies, I did not hold worship services. Nothing of that sort. I just talked to people. Not the 'Shove my beliefs down your throat' talking. But the talking you do when people are troubled or just need an open ear to pay attention to them. Muslims, Christians, Pagans, Buddhists, Atheists, and all sorts of eclectic people. Gays, straight people, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, male, female, transgender, transfluid, healthy and sick people. It did not matter to me. There was a running joke that even with my glasses I was too blind to see the difference. Not that there was to me. For me, a person was simply that.
I myself was an eclectic. I had thought I would be going to the Summerlands. But where I wound up was nothing like that. I was not a bad person. The worst I ever did was call off from work at my main job pretending to be sick so I could read some more. So many I went over the speed limit a few times. I only had two tickets and one car crash by the age of twenty-one. That's a lot better than some people I knew.
I worked in retail and loved my job. I worked first for a high end boutique before they had to close down and move to some place with a better customer base. I modeled for them too. Then I worked for an accessory store. Lots and lots of pretty sparkly necklaces and crowns. I was an unofficial fashion adviser to many people who knew me. I knew my clothes and accessories like the back of my hand and could pick out an outfit for someone for any occasion right down to the shoes and earrings.
I was also a professional Beauty Consultant. I did make up and facials for people. I taught them how to put on makeup correctly and how to best care for their skin. Hair styling was the only thing I was not able to do. There were always little flyways no matter how hard I tried, but at least I could make it stay healthy. Painting nails was a little iffy at times. Anything other than a basic coat turned out messy. Unless it was water marble. I got that down to a professional level.
I was a budding herbalist, still taking my courses. I could remember most of what I read but when it came to actually identifying the plants in the wild, I could only pick out a handful. But I was learning.
I had a partial college education in English writing and psychology. I would have gone back to college in a few months under a new business major, but dying derailed that plan.
I was a jack of all trades but a master of few. I was single and still living at home. I had a cat that I adopted. I was not remarkable in any true sense. I was not a bad person but I was not a saint either. I liked drinking from time to time and I had a snappy attitude. I had anxiety and an electrolyte deficiency, causing me to faint sometimes if I was too stresses. Or excited, like when a book I had been waiting for for almost a year came out. In my defense it was a really good series.
But when I died, none of that mattered. It was just dark. Dark and warm, if a little tight at times.
A/N: Someone yell at me. I should not be starting a new fic. SI story obviously.
Fun Fact: I actually do all of that.
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