Flirting with Death

My eyes darted left and right, raking across the sky as my world slowly fell apart. "Matthew..." A ghost or some other whispered my name, repeatedly. "Matthew..."
There was no way that this was real; that I was still alive.
I saw the faces of people who had died before me, and also the bright face of Heath, the guardian of souls and the Reaper of them, too. He reached out his hand, to take me with him, a small smile on his face as he was reaping the soul he wanted above all mortal desires.
My only compensation was that, at the end, my mother's voice was bringing me home.
And that I got to spend eternity with the person I loved above anything now.
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