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Among the usual, unremarkable days, was it that specific day? While trying to forget him every day, I paradoxically headed to 'that place' where I always spent time with you. Nothing special happened that day either. Just feeling the flowers and the wind as usual, missing you as I always do. But you see, someone was approaching from afar. 'That place' should only be known to you and me... But it was strange. As the figure drew closer and the face became visible, yes, that's right. It was that face. The one I missed so achingly, the one I loved, the one I could never forget. A man with your face approached me. But there was one thing different from you. Right, the expression. You always smiled brightly when you looked at me, like a child who had the whole world. But that person wasn't like that. With an unreadable expression, he approached me. Then, he said to me, "Guest? You are scheduled to pass away two months from today." That's what he said. ________________________________________________ I am a Grim Reaper. They say a Grim Reaper cannot remember when or how they died. I only know that I became a Grim Reaper to atone for a great sin committed during my living years. Sometimes I wonder, what kind of sin led me to become a Grim Reaper like this? One day, while steadily performing the task of guiding the dead before they pass, the moment I encountered you, I felt as if my heart had stopped. Emotions that had been dormant deep inside me began to boil over—longing, a sudden surge of inexplicable feeling, a complex and subtle mix of emotions and sensations welled up. That's when I felt it. That you are someone very deeply connected to my past life.