Random One Off Stories

Are You Here For Me?

A/N: I saw a writing prompt about this and I had to do something with it

I sat in the farthest corner open. I wasn't in the mood to speak to anyone and was feeling rather uneasy. The train came to a stop, but not at my station. People filed out, then more filed in. It was the last person to step on that really caught my eye.

They were tall, at least a foot taller than I, and slim, almost skeletal. Their face was pale, the skin tight, I could see prominent shadows under their cheekbones and around their eye sockets. Their hair was snow white, messily kept, as if they had just gotten home and combed all the product out, but there was still enough there to hold certain peices in place.
They wore a suit that hugged their rather featureless form, black jacket, black pants, black shirt, black tie, and to compete the look, shiny black pointed dress shoes. Their ring clad left hand gripped a snake skin suitcase.

It only took seconds of looking at them, feeling their presence, to know, in my heart, who they were.

Death.

They're pale eyes scanned the car, until landing on my little corner. It terrified me, but I tried to keep my thoughts realistic, there were plenty of people in the seats and walkway around me. I'd be fine.

Their long strides carried them toward me. They seated themself directly next to me. I could hardly breathe but I knew I had to ask them, how could I know if I didn't.

"Is it my time? Have you come for me?"

They turned. Cold eyes scanning my form. They reached down, bringing the case into their lap. They unlatched it and swung it open. They reached in, and pulled out a relatively full folder, opened it, and then spoke.

"No. In fact your set to get another folder next year." Their voice was cold and ethereal. Yet also inviting and pleasing to the ears. "In fact, well this explains it, you're not due for another four-thousand years, give or take." They turned their gaze back to me. My jaw dropped, which seemed to amuse them.

"B- But how? How does that- Wait, what does that explain? What do you mean?"

They chuckled, "What it explains, my dear, is how you are able to see me."