[WP] You lived a quiet life, and in passing Death comes to collect your soul, but Death seems afraid of you.

The rain pelted against the window like a soft lullaby, causing the light from the city to distort as it entered the hospital room window. Despite the late hour, she stared out the window contentedly, listening to the muted sounds of traffic and the rain. She had always enjoyed listening to the sounds of life, observing something greater than herself in constant motion. The chaos brought her a sense of tranquility. She liked to view human history as an immense story spanning generations. Each person contributed their own chapter, woven and interconnected to everyone else’s. Separate, they were special, but in the entire book, they transcended their own story to become something else entirely. She couldn’t put a name to it. It simply was. While she was finishing her chapter, new chapters would begin. Such was life.

A cool breeze swept into the room and she sighed. She propped herself up in her bed and smiled into the darkest corner of the hospital room.

“I know you’re there,” she said with some amusement. “You can come out.”

There was silence for a moment, but she raised her eyebrow, coaxing her visitor to react.

“Why do they always know?” a voice asked. Though it wasn’t a voice. It was many voices, speaking as one. They sounded weary, like they had walked the Earth for more lifetimes than a soul could bear to withstand, but the woman in the bed knew this visitor was quite unique.

“You just feel it,” she said. “Now come out. Sulking in the darkness is no way to have a conversation.”

The darkness shifted, and the shadows in the room swirled until a hooded figure stood stooped in the corner. The woman patted her bedside, and Death began walking over to her, but stopped halfway. He shook his head.

The woman frowned. “Is there something wrong?”

“No,” the voices mumbled. Instead of being harmonious, the voices trailed into whispers. They whispers almost sounded terrified of coming closer to her, warning Death to stay far back.

“Don’t lie,” she said. “I can see you’re bothered. Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Death said again. “You did everything right.”

Her wrinkles furrowed in slight confusion. “Right? I’ve mistakes. Too many to count.”

Death shook his head. “No…you’re special. You’re one of them.”

“One of who?”

“The ones that are ready to move on,” he said. “and none of them have been like you. They weren’t aged.”

“Everyone dies. I’m just like anyone else.”

“You’re wrong,” he said. “You understand. You know. You see the world, God, everything for the way they are. You aren’t afraid of me. You’ve attained a sense of peace, of knowledge… that I’ll never know. You are beyond this now. I envy you. Your soul is…incomprehensible to me.”

She mulled over his words. “Well you don’t have to shrink away into a corner. How many people have been ready?”

“Thirty-three. Everyone else stays. I help them find new lives to live, but you move on.”

“Where?” she asked, but she had a feeling she knew what his answer would be.

“I…don’t know,” the voices echoed again.

She smiled at Death. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and walked over to death. The IVs disappeared and her age melted away.

“Then let’s go find out together, shall we?” she asked amiably, holding out her hand to him. Tentatively, Death reached out and she gently grasped his hand, flooding him with her warmth. Together, they left behind the hospital room, the rain, and the murmur of the city, and ventured into the unknown.

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