angel of death

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The woman stands over her body as she notices doctors and nurses rushing in. This is finally it. The end of her misery.

She looks up and becomes aware that a towering man has been starting at her. Not the body that lies below them but at her. The man smiles pitifully and reaches an arm out towards her. The woman warily smiles and refuses to take ahold of his hand. She's confused but knew that she wasn't in pain anymore. There was nothing she could feel for herself except pity.

Pity because she's been in that hospital bed for years, because she wasn't able to do what she used to, because she couldn't experience the things that she's missed out on. That's okay though, death was new to her. Maybe she'll experience something new and different.

She finally breaks the silence.

"What's next? There's nothing for me here. I'm dead."

"That's quite new to hear. No one's ever said that to me before." Death replies.

"Well, I know that I'm no longer here. I've come to accept it."

"That's surprising. Many people are scared of death and can't handle the acceptance."

"What's next?" She asks once again.

"We go to the new realm. People go there to settle unfinished things. I've seen into your eyes and I sense that you've experienced very little. I'll take you so that you will accomplish what you've never done."

"Thank you. Will you stay with me throughout this realm? I don't know what to expect."

"Yes of course, I'm always here to help."