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There's a knock at the door and, though I've heard of hit happening, I never thought it'd be this soon.
"You seem to be doing well," The grim reaper himself stood solemnly at my door.
"I guess but why are you here? I'm only 37!" I say holding my breath and anticipation for his answers
"Sometimes it's people time before they're ready, that's just how life is I suppose." He looks up at me for the first time since I opened the door an almost sour look on his skeletal features
"How would I have..." I let the question hang in the air, unfinished
"Seizure." He says a sense of finality in his voice. I nod. I didn't want to imagine the feeling of my last few moments, completely alone and helpless.
"Why do you do this? Come see people on the day they die I mean," I ask genuinely curious.
"After people became effectively immortal, my job was basically left redundant. I guess it's so I have a a reason to talk to people." He looks back down and stares at the floor. I sigh, knowing the feeling of loneliness until a thought pops into my head.
"If you want, I can go put the kettle on and we can go have some tea while we chat," I smile. He looks up at me looking almost surprised, taking a few moments before he slowly nods and I move aside to let him in.
A/n: I wrote this in like 20 minutes while getting over a migraine so sorry if it's short and not the best quality 😭
