[WP] After a fatal accident, you are barely alive and lying in a hospital bed. As you are shutting your eyes to rest, the hospital door creaks open and a very attractive woman comes in. She is the Grim Reaper, and she is trying to bring you to the afterlife by convincing you to follow her.

The first thought that ran through my head was "Who is this woman? I've never seen her in my life, why is she visiting me?"

I am you.

Almost immediately, that thought ran through my head. I knew it came from her, but her mouth never moved and it was in my voice. But... I am you? What?

You are dead, I am dead.

I should've seen it coming, I am 82... Such an ugly number. So why is this beautiful woman me?

I am you when you were happiest. Come with me.

Why?

You will be me. I will be the happiest me there ever was.

How? Death is such a miserable place, I can't talk or feel anything, I can't even cry about how miserable my life was. All I want is to go back to being real. There really is life after death, and it's hell.

I will it. I am already coming along.

I see, but that's not quite what I think though. Don't I still have lingering regrets? What about the fact that I never got to experience all that I ever wanted in life, why can't I just go back and live? *Why? *

Because I am dead. There's no going back for me. Do I really want to continuing such a dreadfully old life?

...

No.

Don't worry, I will be real again. Tangible. Touchable, breathable, all those feelings.

I want to feel desirable again,

I want to feel irritable again. How?

Come with me.

Okay,

I will.

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