Isaiah POV
“Am I dead?” Isaiah asked into the darkness. He honestly didn’t care if he was; this was the best he’d ever felt, and he knew, somehow, that, no matter what, the few people he’d had a chance to care about would be completely fine. Not that they wouldn’t go through hardships, but, in the end, it was all okay. They’d be okay.
The mysterious voice chuckled as it answered, “No, my son. You have too many things to do yet to be dead. I have great things planned for you.”
“Why for me?” Isaiah questioned, suddenly feeling the weight of all the horrible things he’d done. “I’ve caused so much pain, how can I come back from that and do great things? Layla would be far better of a choice. She-She’s the one who is amazing, not me.”
“Layla has her own destiny. I had chosen you for the thi
