Until The Sunrise

Ever since she's been diagnosed with brain cancer, Estelle Cordelia has lost the meaning of trust and love. Every "I love you" was because she had cancer. Every tear, touch, and hug was because of her cancer. Every time she started a conversation, it always led back to cancer. It was bad enough that her family smothered her, taking her freedom from her. But her self value? That left the moment that tumour had been revealed. She would've been happy to die. Hell, she did. Her doctors had given her a way to save herself. The price? Her ability to move. They told her it would only happen if someone made a mistake while removing the tumor, but it scared her nonetheless. So she decided in the span of a minute: If she was going to die, she would do so on her own terms. Not because of a fucking disease, and not because of a mistake that would cost her, her freedom. She'd lost enough of it because of the disease, she wouldn't lose it again. And so she jumped. She jumped off the building, and let death wrap its arms around her. But death wasn't what she thought it would've been. She expected darkness, peace. But she woke up in a field of golden flowers while the sun rose. And in front of her, was a man. She could only assume he was the Grim Reaper, but he looked too young, too naive. And, most of all, he was surprised. It seemed he had the question she had: What was she doing here?