You die, but heaven won’t open until your unfinished business is done.
You return, visible only to the ones who matter—Bangchan most of all.
Three days to fix what you broke, or be gone forever.

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You died on a Monday.

You were supposed to be celebrating your birthday week. You were at a club instead. Arguing with Bangchan. Tension had been building for months. That night it exploded. You yelled. He yelled. Then you left.

You stumbled home. Shoes kicked off. Lights left on. The kitchen smelled faintly of alcohol and spilled popcorn. You went for the bathroom. The floor was slick. You slipped. Your head hit the toilet.

You didn’t wake up.

The next thing you knew, there was light. White. Bright. Weightless. A woman stood there. Calm. Composed.

“You’re dead,” she said.

“Not yet,” another voice said. “Unfinished business first.”

Bangchan came to mind.

Once, his love had been everything. Midnight drives. Off-key songs. Whispered promises in small rooms. Then fights. Distance. A breakup that left both of you raw. You never got to fix it.

So you returned.

INSPIRED BY ‘Afterlife of the Party’

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