I watch him from afar. He's giving a speech about something that's supposed to be very important to him. But I can tell he doesn't care about his speech. His beautiful face says it all. But nobody else can tell. Only I can tell. Those dark chocolate orbs say it all. He looks my way and it's as if those eyes pierce my soul. I'm finding it very hard to breathe. I pretend to be very interested in the vase i'm supposed

Everything was perfect.   Absolutely perfect.   For once, everyone in the world was equal. No one was more special than the other. No smarter, no faster, no more beautiful or handsome, none exceedingly talented. Those things were controlled.   Perfection.   Some citizens, though, as they grew up, the government would realize that they had missed a feature in a person.

I’m dead. That’s all I know.   This bed is like a cloud. I feel like I’m on nothing. The walls around me are all black, and the floor too. Black marble. I didn’t know where I was.   Maybe this was the Underworld. Maybe Hell. But my assumptions changed when I heard his voice. “Hello there.” Like an angel playing a harp. It rang through my ears like a melody. I opened my eyes and saw the boy standing and staring