When I Reach You
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Last published Mon, Feb 20, 2017
"Everybody knows that everybody dies..." -River Song
This isn't your ordinary book. This isn't one where the hero has power, they lose their parents, or they are forced into unimaginable circumstances. This is a book narrated by me. Death. Your old friend. Right when you came into this world I was your companion, constantly walking beside you. You may have noticed my presence. In the loss of a parent, a child, a friend, a lover. You may have never seen me, but I am there, waiting for the day when I finally reach you.
No. This book is not about me. It's about her. The one I have come to know the most, the best. She doesn't know me, but I know her. And I am waiting for the day when I finally reach her.
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