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The afterlife wasn’t what Chan expected.
There were no walls.
No governments.
No cameras.
No arenas.
There was only peace.
Y/N showed him a small house beside a lake.
“You made this?”
“Partly.”
Chan smiled.
“It looks like you.”
“I know.”
They spent their days walking.
Talking.
Laughing.
Remembering.
Chan finally told her everything.
The rebellion.
The seven members.
The garden.
The children.
His illness.
Y/N listened.
“You really kept your promise.”
“I tried.”
“You did more than try.”








