“I close my eyes, gripping the empty clothes closer to me, shaking my head against the truth. I try to block out the words... Try to stop them... But they come, nonetheless, until finally I just stand here—not running, not even trying to escape. “You my dear, will suffer seven years of tribulation. You will be left behind...” ChristianRaptureTribulationSecond Coming Of ChristThe End Short Story Author:Willowy Whisper