Ok so i thought i'd try somthin otha than a one shot. So tell me what you guys think, if i should continue or not. Reviews help me know what i can do better. I own nothing but the story line, which was inspired by the song Dont Fear the Reaper and the movie Meet Joe Black. Oh and i'm still looking for a beta so if anyone is interested, email me at ks people.

'All for you baby, all for you.' That was my last coherent thought before I slammed my car into a light pole in my drunken stupor. My last thought before I was engulfed in the sounds of crashing and bending metal. My last thought before my body went numb with the pain of millions of glass shards lodging themselves in my body. My last thought before I go to live with my love forever. My last thought before I am engulfed in darkness, and drift away from the world. My last thought when I was truly alive.

"1, 2, 3. CLEAR!" Shockwaves of electricity followed by a faint rush of pain rippled through my body, but I knew it wouldn't last much longer. I knew she would come for me. "CLEAR!", the doctors scream again. It doesn't bother me as much this time though, I mean would something that is getting increasingly fainter bother you? I looked down upon my body and watched the life slowly drain from it. It's a strange thing, you know, watching yourself die. Seeing the reactions of loved ones, the despair of the doctors as they frantically try to save you. I glanced at my family, strained to hear what they were saying. My mother was in hysterics. "Oh God no, not again not my baby." I watched her weep into my fathers shoulder. Him, ever being the rock, gently cradled her against his body as silent tears ran down his face. Oh how I'll miss him. He was always so loving and understanding, even when I came out. My mother on the other hand, well I won't say I hate her because I love her dearly, but she didn't accept me at all. Guess you're regretting that no aren't you. Wow I really shouldn't think such things; I mean she must have really loved me to be reacting like that. And my brothers. I think I'll miss them the most. All the times we had, sneaking out, locking each other out of the bathrooms in the mornings, overall looking out and protecting one another. Yeah, I know I'll miss them the most. And friends? Well I never had any true friends since the move. The only genuine friend I had was Clay's girlfriend Chelsea. She'll miss me, and I'll miss her and the baby as well. I glanced at my broken family one last time whispering "I love you" knowing full well they couldn't hear it, and turned away to continue watching my death.

I'm told this wasn't the first time I've died. I guess that's why my mother was screaming not again. Apparently flat lining during surgery after a car crash for more than 5 minutes is considered death. They said it was a miracle I made it. I'm not complaining though. That's the first time I met her. I thought it was a dream, but looking back now, I know better. I watched the doctors work frantically; I've been out for about 4 and a half minutes this time. I guess they're hoping for another miracle. Too bad it won't come. I am in this situation purely by choice this time. I know you're wondering why anyone would willing cause his or her own death. But you weren't there that fate full 6 months ago when I took my first walk, however short, with death. You weren't there to meet her. You weren't there all the time between. You weren't there…

"Thinking about me?"

I turn to the musical voice I've come to love over the last 6 months. How she always knows what I'm thinking, I'll never know. I turn to face her.

I reply with a smile, "I thought you weren't going to come, you were taking so long."

She sighed. "I wasn't going to. I was hoping you would come to your senses and go back, but I guess that was wishful thinking on my part."

I frown, "You don't want me here?"

She looks down at the ground before meeting my now sad blue eyes. I am engulfed in a shade of brown so dark it is almost black. Suiting considering her profession.

"It's not that. It's just, this life isn't for you. You're innocent, naïve, and look at all you're going to leave behind. And for what? Me? I don't deserve you enough to have you make that sacrifice for me. It isn't your time!"

I wince as she yells the last phrase, and she immediately looks down.

"I'm sorry," she says, "It's just, you know I would have waited an eternity for you."

I waited for her to look at me again before I spoke.

I looked her dead in the eye as I said, "But I couldn't."

"Spencer, why are you doing this? You still have your whole life ahead of you. You can go back, you still have time." She begs. "It will be just like the first time, a miracle."

"I don't want to go back Ashley, I want to be with you. I don't care about the rest of them. I love my family, but they'll move on. But me? I can't stop thinking about you. It was getting so bad that I might as well have been dead with the way I was drinking after you left me. Please, please. Just, try to understand. This is what I want. This is ALL that I want. I just want to be with you. Please," I looked down, "Just let me be with you."

"Spencer…"

I looked up once again to see her outstretched hand, the ghost of a smile on her face. With a smile of my own I reached for her outstretched hand. I was so enraptured in her that I didn't notice the machines completely flat line the second my fingers brushed against hers. I didn't notice how when she pulled me into her warm embrace the doctors gave up on my body, and began putting the tools away. I didn't notice that my family began weeping harder as the doctor nodded his head and looked to the floor. I did notice how perfectly we fit together. How we were slowly drifting away from the scene unfolding below. How we were soon engulfed in a mist. I looked back one last time, to catch one last glimpse of the life I used to lead. I see the doctor come out of the room and walk to my parents. I watch as his lips move and read them from afar.

"Time of death, 9:47 pm."

My family wept.

Those are the last things I see and hear as I float off into the darkness. Ashley whispers reassurances in my ear, tells me everything is going to be ok. Whispers I love you's on my lips, as she gently caresses them with her own. Cradles me against her body so I can't see anymore. Ashley who I am always thinking of. Ashley who is my love, who is my new life, who is my everything.

Ashley who is the angel of death.

Ashley who is, for lack of better words, the grim reaper.