Jessie and I pretty much hung out in her room the entire day. We played spades and then we watched a few movies. After that, she let me listen to some of her favorite music. Then we just laid across her bed side by side and stared up at the ceiling. Jessie had one of her hands resting behind her head and the other one across her lap.

I turned my head to the side and look at her, "hey Jessie?" "Hmm?" She asks turning her head to face me. "What did you look like when you were alive?" She smiles and gets up to walk across the room, "I have some photos here that I took of myself before I died."

She pulls out a small box from her dresser and takes a picture out and walks over to me with it. Here, this is what I looked like.

"Wow. You still had blue eyes? I thought Filipinos had dark brown eyes." She places the picture back in the box and puts it back in her dresser. "Normally Filipinos do have brown eyes but I guess I got my Dad's eyes and he's of English and Scottish descent. Regardless, it's extremely rare to inherit blue eyes when one parent has brown eyes because blue eyes are a recessive gene.

So, yeah I got lucky I guess." She says laughing. I laughed with her. "So do you have any pictures from when you were alive?" I smile and get up to walk to the door.

"Yeah, I'll be right back." She nods and waits for me in her room. I find the photo in my dresser and walk back to her room with it. I hand her the photo that was taken of me before I had died. "This was me."

"They're not my best pictures but it would take forever for me to figure out where I put the other pictures." "Oh wow, so you really are a ginger." I smiled, "yeah, I'm pretty sure I got my looks from my mother. In the pictures I have of my dad, he has dark hair and hazel eyes. My mother had green eyes and strawberry blonde hair.

For some reason my hair ended up being more on the red side but I'm not complaining. It's one way to represent your Irish heritage." "Aren't you part Russian though?" "Well yeah from my Dad's side but my mom's side is Irish." "Oh, okay that makes sense now."

She says realizing what I was telling her. "D?" "Hmm? When did you die?." He chuckles, "Well that's an easy one.

I died in the year 1980. How about you?""2020." He raises an eyebrow curiously, "damn... well what year were you born in then?" She looks off to the side, "1990."

I give her a shocked facial expression as I calculated the math up in my head. "So let me get this straight. If I had died in 2020, then I would actually be forty years older than you!" She thought about it for a second. "Oh shit, you're right!

That's insane when you think about it." "Yikes, well I'm not going to think about that anymore. That sort of makes things weird." "If it helps, I'm an old soul at heart." "Uh, slightly but not really," I say chuckling.

"Hey D?" "Hmm?" I look over at her and notice that she's fiddling with the strings of her hoodie, "If you and I knew each other in life, like if we were both born around the same time, do you think; I don't know, maybe we'd change our fates?" I turn to face her and prop my head up with my hand, "what do you mean?" She continues staring up at the ceiling.

"I mean, do you think we could have prevented each other from ending up in Hell? Do you think we could have redeemed each other... through friendship of course." I lay my head back down and look back up at the ceiling, "I don't know. Honestly, it's hard to know for sure but I guess anything's possible when you know that you're not alone." She hums to herself and I turn my head and looked at her.

I don't know exactly what it was that came over me. Maybe it was her smile and how she had so much joy and passion behind everything she talked about. Perhaps it was seeing her in her human form and her seeing me in mine. It even could have been the fact that I felt like I've known her all my life in a place that transcends time. Whatever it was, it had my heart racing and I turned back to face her and she turned to face me.

In that moment, we had locked eyes with one another. I gulped and bit the my bottom lip as I place my hand below her chin and guided her lips to mine. My lips brush lightly against hers and I could taste her cherry lip gloss. After a couple of minutes we break away from one another and I sit up on the bed. She sits up right after me and looks at me as though she were conflicted, confused and just unsure of how to respond.

"I— I, uh, I'm sorry. I should go." I say borderline panicking. "D..." She says as though there were more that she wanted to say but I cut her off before she could say anything and scramble to get to the door.

I quickly open it and step outside, "I'm so sorry," I say before shutting the door and walking into my room. 'Good job ruining a good thing, Daniel.' I think to myself as I crawl up into my bed and pull the covers over my head. It was just a simple kiss but for whatever reason it felt... terrifying. 'Did I push things too soon?'

'I didn't even get her consent. What kind of ass does that? She didn't stop me though. Maybe she was too shocked to respond?' I let out a groan and bury my face into my pillow.

Feeling stressed out I open my nightstand and pull out my alcohol and start guzzling it down. I emptied the entire bottle and placed it in the trash and turned on my side. 'Why did I have to go and make things complicated?' I thought to myself as my tears begin to fall. That night, I cried myself to sleep.

At first everything is pitch black then I hear the loud piercing sounds of sirens. Police cars, firetrucks, and ambulances appear into view. "Oh my God!! Oh my God!! Oh shit!!

He— he just came out of no where!" I heard an older lady crying to the police officer as she stood outside of her car which was parked on the side of the road. I walk up to the police officer and the lady, "hey, is everyone okay?" They don't answer me or even look in my direction. I clear my throat and try to speak louder, "excuse me!!

Can someone explain what's going on here?" They still don't answer. I wave my hand in their faces, "hello!! Can you hear me?" There's still no answer.

"Hey, Officer Johnson! You might want to come see this." The lady and officer follow the paramedic and considering that they don't seem to see me I decide to follow them when I hear a voice behind me, "I wouldn't look at that if I were you." I turn towards the direction of the voice only to find nothing but darkness. "Who said that?"

"I am Death and I have come to escort you to your afterlife." I scoff, "yeah real funny, I'd have to be dead to see Death and I don't see you so I must not be dead." He replies in a neutral tone still not revealing himself, "okay, suit yourself but I must warn you; what you see next will change you forever." I follow behind Officer Johnson and the older lady. They get to the area that the paramedic was leading them to and the older lady screams.

I start feeling panicked and run over to the scene of the accident. I freeze in front of the scene and every hair on my body stands on end. I suddenly lose strength in my legs and collapse to the ground and cry hysterically and let out an ear piercing scream. I see my motorcycle completely in shambles and my mutilated body across the road from the motorcycle. I wasn't wearing a helmet and so bits of my brain were scattered along the road while my mutilated corpse lay in a puddle of blood.

"It's not real! It's not real! It's not real! No! No, it can't be!"

"But it is..." Death replies tauntingly. I look down at my hands and I see fur and claws where fingers, nails and skin used to be. I scream and sat up in my bed and grab the bottle I had thrown in the trash earlier and throw it at the wall and scream, "God damn it!!!" I hug my knees and bury my face into them and sob uncontrollably. A minute or two later I hear my door open.

"D? Are you okay? I heard you screaming." I trembled on my bed still unable to speak. My heart was racing and I was breathing heavily.

I hear her sigh and walk across the room. She sits down on the bed beside me and wraps her arms around me rubs her hand up and down my back. I then wrap my arms around her and cry into her shoulder. "I—I'm so sorry, Jessie. I didn't mean for you to see me like this."

She hugs me close to her chest and runs her fingers through my hair. I feel her voice vibrate from her chest, "do you want me to stay with you tonight?" I nod still sniffling. She then sits up and slides herself under the covers and wraps her arms around me and pulls me back to her chest. Then I hear her singing softly and gently.

Her voice was like an angel singing a lullaby. "Dancing bears, painted wings. Things I almost remember. And a song, someone sings. Once Upon a December."

As she continued singing, my breathing gradually slowed down and then I slowly drifted off to sleep hearing nothing but the sound of her voice.