Calm after the storm

Maggie's peace has been my dream. I would like she goes to the afterlife as soon as possible.

There may be many who do not believe in the afterlife. But rest assured that the soul does not perish after death and must be at peace.

There are many myths about this. Many religions and sects said about it. We humans do not believe them until we see something with our own eyes.

We think we are the only inhabitants of the earth, while vampires, werewolves, wizards, elves, etc., live next to us. Creatures that existed before us and will exist after us. For example, the fact that I can easily read other people's minds is unbelievable and scary for everyone.

It made me feel good to be able to read Jonathan's mind after so long. I had not been able to read minds easily for years because of Agnosia, and of course, Jonathan's mind was completely closed to me, and now that his soul had been free of Satan, I could read his mind.

Jonathan's mind was full of regrets and remorse that could stay with him for the rest of his life. Maggie turned to Jonathan and said, "I do not know why you betrayed me and why you killed our daughter and me, but it does not matter anymore. I hope to forget all the bad things in this world after crossing the river of death. I am ready to go."

Then she looked at me and said, "Thank you, Aiden. I realized in recent days that you hate the power you have, but your power saved my soul and helped me. Appreciate it, please. If one day in the future my soul returns to this world in another body, and if I have children, I will raise them like you, someone who will help everyone."

At that moment, Maggie disappeared with a bright light. That she was gone made me feel homesick, But I was thrilled that I could sleep easily. I looked at Jonathan, his face blurred. My Agnosia was back when Maggie was gone. Now that I couldn't see the people's faces again, I was a little sad about it, but I was not upset.

Jonathan came to me; I did not try to enter his mind. "Did Maggie go?" He said.

-"Yes, she did."

-"Everything that happened tonight was like a dream. I don't even know when Elika left, but she must have run away. I'm complaining to her, and the police can prove her crime," Jonathan cried. "If someone told me this morning that spirits exist and can talk to us, I would have laughed at them or said that the afterlife does not exist, but now I am in the middle of it."

- "Your mistakes caused Maggie to die. I hope God forgives you."

I lowered my head and headed for the rooftop exit; Jonathan called out to me. "Mr. Painter, do you read people's minds?" He said.

- "I have to go. I hope you keep your promises to Maggie."

By the time Maggie left, I had become the same cold, quiet man again. Perhaps very little time had passed since she left, But I could easily understand that. I took a night taxi and returned home. I stood by the large window of my apartment and stared at the sign I had to deliver. Maggie was gone, and I really missed her. Maggie helped me understand a lot, she helped me find Jules, and I could re-enter people's minds.

I wished for a moment that I could see Jules' clear face again, but it didn't matter. All the hardships of these recent days ended well with Maggie's peace and the revelation of Elika's dirty secret. II have two days to submit my new painting to the gallery, so I picked up my brush and started drawing.

The new client had asked me to draw a nature that was calm yet majestic. I decided to paint Essex waves. The fact that Jonathan wanted to throw himself down from that building reminded me of Essex. Several times I tried to throw myself into the water. Essex, with all her beauty, could have been my killer.

I did not know if I would recognize people's faces when I left home in a few days.

I slid the blue paint on the canvas, and all these thoughts were floating in my mind.

I woke up to the sound of my cell phone ringing. Then, I had been confused for a few moments and lost time and place. I picked up my phone. For a long time, I haven't done anything with my cell phone. The number was anonymous. "Hello, Mr. Atkins? " said a voice from behind the phone line.

-"Yes, that's me."

- "I'm Jules Black; I could hardly find your phone number. I wanted to see you."

I thought I was dreaming, But it was not asleep, and Jules was really behind the phone line. It was a question of how she found my phone number and why she called at all. I said, "I'm very busy, and I do not think I can make an appointment with you."

Maybe I was scared to meet her. Perhaps I was still asleep; maybe I was upset with her. Perhaps I was confused; I do not know; whatever it was, she forced me to answer like this.

- "Aiden, I did not even know until a few days ago that your name is Aiden; I will send you my office address, and please come to see me one day."

Jules hung up the phone. A few moments later came a message containing an address of Jules for my old cell phone. I wanted to delete Jules' message, but I did not. I made coffee for myself and sat in front of my half-finished painting. For a moment, I remembered my childhood in the high waves of Essex. I recollected the radio station and New York University.

Maggie had made me remember all the good things that I had thought were bad. I missed Maggie. Regrets overwhelm the edema. I looked at my cell phone; the address of Jules's office was near the painting gallery.