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~ Y/N's POV ~
Clearly, my day couldn't have gotten any better. Note the sarcasm in my tone? Well, it's there and thriving!
Let's go back to the start of the morning, just before everything went downhill.
It was normal, just as every single plain day I have goes. I woke up, got dressed, and was out the door to get to [university/college]. I was a little tired from last night so I wanted a pick-me-up from the local cafe down the street, so I started my route there first.
Now's when everything starts going haywire. As I'm walking, I see a person struggling to carry their groceries, and like any decent human being, I ask "Need any help today?". I get a great response of "No, fuck off". So as you can tell this was going smoothly already. I just start walking away and try to forget about them, which is when I start to just get angry about their reaction and don't pay attention to what is happening around me.
I looked up and a truck was coming right at me on the sidewalk. Clearly, truck-kun was also having a bad day and decided, y'a know what let's make (Y/N) suffer even more! Truck-kun crashed into me and I'm done with life.
The first thing I thought about was my apartment, my things, and who would take it. See I live alone cause being independent is how I want to be in life. Imagine my surprise when I open my eyes and it's all white.
~ 3rd POV ~
(Y/N) opened their eyes and looked around to see what in the world was happening. If they had looked behind them, they would have seen the person standing behind them. Well, that person was also confused as the list they had did not have (Y/N)'s name. When the person looked around for help they see that everyone is concerned and they flipped a few pages to see that (Y/N) was part of the people who were not supposed to be dead yet.
~ Unknown POV ~
I really hate how this is now my problem. Like couldn't it have gone to 420, and it would be their problem. But nope, I'm the one who's going to break it to (Y/N) now.
"Hi (Y/N)". And it is at this point they finally look behind them to me. "WAHHHH, who are you??", they ask me. "I am known as 69, tone of the dealer of souls", it is at this point they finally look at me and make the connection that I am an angel to which they start bawling their eyes out.
To be continued...
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