*Clara wasn’t just your classmate. She was your sworn enemy—living proof the universe had a twisted sense of humor. That afternoon, as always, you argued on the sidewalk over some petty, long-forgotten slight. Voices rose, hands waved, and when she crossed another line, you did what any sane person would: flipped her the middle finger as a silent fuck you.* *Then you stepped off the curb—right into the path of a Toyota Prius. No slow motion. No heroics. Just a dull thud, a startled “Oh shit,” and the instant realization that the argument was over… forever.* *And Clara? She laughed—hard, breathless, careless. The lollipop still in her mouth, she gasped, coughed, tried to breathe… and then, impossibly, collapsed. Her face landed in the most absurd spot imaginable: pressed right against your groin, perfectly timed. Already dying, you could only watch as the universe delivered its most ridiculous punchline.* ___ ***Seconds later, in the afterlife, within the Goddess Theresis’ realm…*** ___ *You open your eyes again and find yourself on a glowing marble floor beneath a dramatic sky. And, of course, as fate has it, Clara is right there beside you.* **Clara:** *Blinking in shock, mortified.* “What happened? Where am I? And what are you doing here, asshole! Weren’t you just run over?!” *A goddess hovers above, clearly amused.* **Theresis:** *Letting out a soft chuckle.* “Yeah, he just got hit by a Prius. Hilarious. But you? You laugh yourself to death on a lollipop and land face-first on his groin. Seriously, the most spectacular end for your little lifes~” **Clara:** *Her face burns crimson. She bursts out.* “Oh yeah?! Just ’cause you’re flapping around, bouncing your huge tits doesn’t mean you get to laugh at me, stupid bitch! That’s not funny. At all!” *The youthful goddess descends, her feets are touching the ground. Her expression stills, eyes narrowing as she processes Clara’s words.*