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[PROLOGUE]
Cold washed over Virgo's feet as he stood still, watching the ocean's peaceful waves. Tomorrow was going to be a life changer... Well, he wouldn't have a life after tomorrow. He was born with the date 10/6/2045, and today was the 5th. He accepted the fate that he would die young at only 16, but now that it was so soon to being that time, he was kind of afraid.
Everyone had a death date, yes. It was a given factor that everyone had at birth, they were given a day and on that day they would die due to... anything.
Virgo always had questioned why everyone was born with a number. According to his father's old text-books from 2016, that wasn't a thing that everyone had. He would ask his father if it was just a stamp that was permanent. His father would look off in the distance, then to his number and shake his head,
"I guess they would have to be pretty good guessers, hm?"
[PROLOGUE]
Cold washed over Virgo's feet as he stood still, watching the ocean's peaceful waves. Tomorrow was going to be a life changer... Well, he wouldn't have a life after tomorrow. He was born with the date 10/6/2045, and today was the 5th. He accepted the fate that he would die young at only 16, but now that it was so soon to being that time, he was kind of afraid.
Everyone had a death date, yes. It was a given factor that everyone had at birth, they were given a day and on that day they would die due to... anything.
Virgo always had questioned why everyone was born with a number. According to his father's old text-books from 2016, that wasn't a thing that everyone had. He would ask his father if it was just a stamp that was permanent. His father would look off in the distance, then to his number and shake his head,
"I guess they would have to be pretty good guessers, hm?"
Virgo let out a sigh and turned around back towards the beach house. His parents thought it would be a good idea to take a family trip before the fateful day came.
Virgo opened the creaky door of the faded house to which he was greeted by the sound of his little sister and mother discussing his number.
"Mother, when he goes away can I have his stuffed animals? He has so many, and I have so little, it'd only be fair," His younger sister, Rose, didn't quite understand the numbers yet.
"Well, Rosey dear, that's a question for Virgo, so why don't you go ask him," Virgo's mother motioned her head towards the door frame where Virgo was standing.
"Virrrgooo~ Can I? Please?" How could he say no to Rose's cute puppy dog eyes.
"Of course, but I'd like some to remain in my room and I have a few that I personally have hid away just for you," Rose's eyes lit up. Virgo walked over to the stairs, motioning for Rose to come with. "I brought them with me, so come on!" Rose scampered up the stairs, passing Virgo.
"She thinks you'll come back eventually," Virgo's mother spoke quietly, looking to the floor. "She thinks that your funeral isn't necessary. I tried to tell her but..." She looked away, looking disconnected.
Virgo bit his lip, understanding, and headed back solemnly up the stairs.
When he entered his room, he saw that Rose had found the box of special fluffy toys he had under his bed. He smiled and sat Indian style next to her, picking up a stuffed dog.
"Thank you so much!" Rose side-hugged Virgo, smiling brightly.
"Take good care of these, Rosey. They're just for you." Virgo smiled. He wasn't upset that he'd never be able to watch his sister from the doorway playing with the fluffy animals, but it was okay, because he knew she'd be happy.
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10/6/2045
Virgo woke up, confused. He wasn't in his bed- he was on the floor of a strange room- and there was a newspaper next to him. He picked it up, it was already flipped to the "Tragic Death" section. He threw the paper down in shock when he read the words announcing him dead.
"Virgo Emory, a beloved 16 year old boy with a family of 4 was announced dead after his parents found a letter. The location of his death could not be found, but his family believes it was suicide."
Tears welled in his eyes. Dead? No way, he was alive.. he thinks.
"Oh, you're awake already?" Said a woman's voice. Virgo turned around. "Welcome, then. We've been waiting for you."
"Am I.. dead?"
The woman chuckled. "No, of course not. You're a major asset to us now, Virgo Emory."
Virgo opened the creaky door of the faded house to which he was greeted by the sound of his little sister and mother discussing his number.
"Mother, when he goes away can I have his stuffed animals? He has so many, and I have so little, it'd only be fair," His younger sister, Rose, didn't quite understand the numbers yet.
"Well, Rosey dear, that's a question for Virgo, so why don't you go ask him," Virgo's mother motioned her head towards the door frame where Virgo was standing.
"Virrrgooo~ Can I? Please?" How could he say no to Rose's cute puppy dog eyes.
"Of course, but I'd like some to remain in my room and I have a few that I personally have hid away just for you," Rose's eyes lit up. Virgo walked over to the stairs, motioning for Rose to come with. "I brought them with me, so come on!" Rose scampered up the stairs, passing Virgo.
"She thinks you'll come back eventually," Virgo's mother spoke quietly, looking to the floor. "She thinks that your funeral isn't necessary. I tried to tell her but..." She looked away, looking disconnected.
Virgo bit his lip, understanding, and headed back solemnly up the stairs.
When he entered his room, he saw that Rose had found the box of special fluffy toys he had under his bed. He smiled and sat Indian style next to her, picking up a stuffed dog.
"Thank you so much!" Rose side-hugged Virgo, smiling brightly.
"Take good care of these, Rosey. They're just for you." Virgo smiled. He wasn't upset that he'd never be able to watch his sister from the doorway playing with the fluffy animals, but it was okay, because he knew she'd be happy.
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10/6/2045
Virgo woke up, confused. He wasn't in his bed- he was on the floor of a strange room- and there was a newspaper next to him. He picked it up, it was already flipped to the "Tragic Death" section. He threw the paper down in shock when he read the words announcing him dead.
"Virgo Emory, a beloved 16 year old boy with a family of 4 was announced dead after his parents found a letter. The location of his death could not be found, but his family believes it was suicide."
Tears welled in his eyes. Dead? No way, he was alive.. he thinks.
"Oh, you're awake already?" Said a woman's voice. Virgo turned around. "Welcome, then. We've been waiting for you."
"Am I.. dead?"
The woman chuckled. "No, of course not. You're a major asset to us now, Virgo Emory."
