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I don’t even remember what happened. It happened so fast. But there I was. Face to face with Death. To me, Death came in the shape of a beautiful woman. My wife who had died two years ago. Amanda. She looked as beautiful as the last night I saw her. Wearing the same exact outfit.
“Hello, Jane.” She smiled at me. The smile I fell in love with. “I’m here to escort you to the afterlife.” Death even had her voice.
“It’s too soon.”
“What do you mean?” Death asked, her expression changing. “Let me guess. You want to plead for your life.”
“Yes.”
“Fine. What is your plea? Your children? I’m sure Amanda’s sister will take care of them. You don’t want your parents to bury their last living child? Well- everyone has to die, Jane.”
“No.” I shook my head. She was wrong. That’s not why I wanted to live. It was none of that. I loved my children. I didn’t want my parents to go through hell again, but there was more.
“Then tell me, Jane. Why do you want to live?”
“Because my wife didn’t get to.” It was as simple as that. “Amanda was killed at twenty-three. She never got to meet Gabe, because I was pregnant with him when she died, but I prayed every night after she died. And I promised that as long as I am taking care of those two kids, I would live life to the fullest. And I can’t fulfill that promise if I die now.”
“You don’t want to be reunited with Amanda, then? Why not? People have killed to be reunited with their loved ones.
“I’ve lived these three years without seeing her. I can wait many more till I see her again. Those kids- our kids need me more than she does. My family needs me more than she does.”
“The first plea that is selfish.”
“Well-”
“Okay. You can go back. Amanda wants you to know...she’s always watching you. She has heard every prayer.” That was the last thing I heard before someone shined a light in my eyes.
“Jane?” It was a man. A paramedic. Was I in an ambulance? I must have been. “Jane, can you hear me?” I tried moving, but they had me strapped to the board. “She’s responsive and moving.” He told someone next to him. “Listen, Jane, you’re going to be okay.” I moaned, looking around, trying to find the other person he was talking to, but I couldn’t see anyone. Some grabbed my hand in a familiar way. Like Amanda used to. “You’re lucky to be alive. You should thank your guardian angels.” Whatever held my hand, squeezed it. I wanted to believe it was Amanda. But it couldn’t be her, could it?
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