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"Soulmates are real!" This claim has been going on for a while, and hyped up from a lot of people across the world who have experienced non permanent death. What I mean is that they were technically dead, but revived and they all have a few things in common when they come back.

All describe a small flash of their life that focuses in on a single person that they may or may not know, usually the latter and they see them in such vivid detail they could describe them to near perfection to a professional sketch artist. Some say they just see the person, others say it was only in passing, and sadly the majority say theyed never been to the place they saw their soulmate, but the details they could describe gives nothing less than definitive proof that they saw a real location and a real person.

In desperation some people have been trying to get to the point of death with the highest possibility of revival just to find their other half. There's a few success stories in the tabloids but you can never really trust those scummy things.

But as for me, I wasn't wanting to find them. I was content where I was in life. Then i died. Once I experienced the adventure of death, by no means of my own doing mind you, I saw them. It wasn't exactly who I expected though. As a straight man, I'd have figured it would be a woman who would be my soulmate, but it seems that it is more of a bro-mate than anything.

Due to the length of my death, before revival I was able to get far more details out of the experience than many have ever shared, and learned that a soulmate isn't always someone you would be in love with romantically, rather it's someone who just shares your other half. Your soulmate and yourself are complimentary, neither is unwhole, but together you make your world a much more amazing place. I still haven't met mine, and that's okay. Because I know I'm whole even without them, and can still find happiness, love, friendship and all that jazz. And I know eventually if even for a brief moment once I check out for good, I'll meet them. As for what happens after death, I'll leave that for you to find out. Just don't try to guess what it is, you'll know sooner than you'd like. So live on, be happy, and don't dispare if you don't find your soulmate.

I like this take.

So I died. The soul mate I saw is someone I have never seen, but her beauty is absolute. This feeling of death was amazing like swimming on a rainy day. It felt warm in a way. I couldn’t get her out of my mind here white hair and platinum eyes. I giggled the warmth I was feeling started at tickle.

“A human that laughs in my face. How interesting who are you?”

“Who’s there?”

“This is my domain you are just passing by.”

“Well that really doesn’t answer my question, but what do you mean I’m only passing by!”

“Human please just be silent you will leave of your own will in a little.”

“Not until I get an answer …… also what’s your name?”

“My name? How strange. I am what you call смерть.”

“So are you this warm feeling?”

“….. warm feeling? Human what do you mean?”

“I mean what I mean what do you mean?”

“Why are humans like this uhhhhh!”

I saw her the woman I had just seen a seconds ago. My mind went blank I could only look at her. My eyes didn’t leave her, but I still felt like she evaded my gaze somehow even though I’m looking straight at her. She came close and started touching me.

“You are mot normal hum..”

“My name is ever. Do you have something you want me to call you”

“…. Martha.”

“Well Martha it looks like your the only person I can talk to here, so let’s get alone.”

Time passed and we spoke. There is nothing to do thankfully I like doing nothing. We got closer after a while. One day she asked me to become her reaper. I didn’t understand ,but I just wanted to be with her. We merged i resided in her domain and guided the people through this limbo. She was my everything. We because inseparable.

"It's nice to see you again. It's been to long, what would you say? 65 years?"

"I'm 72." I respond irritated.

"Oh my, my how time flies. Though time is... How do you say it? A human construction?" The grim reaper says with a grin and a smirk. It's amazing how much pleasure this thing seems to take in the death of others.

As I stand before the grim reaper memories surface coming to me like a flood from my soul. Memories of my other lives. Lives my soul experienced, and memories of my soul mate. I had never met my soulmate. However, we are inexplicably linked, and I can fele the connection, and the memories of who that soul has been.

It's something I, we, everyone has gone through time and time again. Every time they die the soil experiences this. Though it's all wiped away in each new life. Perhaps it's a small mercy, it's just to painful.

"You were so close this time you know?" The grim reaper says. "Tantalizingly close!" You would think something so old as the keeper of the realms between life and death would be less cheeky. Instead, the grim reaper seemed to reveal in mocking me.

My most recent memories surface, of the life I just lived. It was a good life. Then I see my soul mates.

My soulmate was the soul in my neighbors dog. A feisty thing that seemed to hate everyone except my neighbor, and inexplicably me. Though, I suppose that can be explained now can't it?

"Aww at last you two lived so close to eachother but it just wasn't meant to be. Didn't get to be the same species and you didn't even get that connection of having your soulmate as your pet." The grim reaper mocks me.

"You really take to much pleasure in this." I respond but I don't give in to the bait, the prodding. I have lifetimes of experience for now. At least until my next life.

The grim reaper just grind. "Well you are soul mates. Maybe your souls can find one another next time? Better luck in your next life!"

The grim reaper motions behind him to a door to a new life, to another rebirth.

"Go ahead. We both know there is no other option for your soul. Not unless you want to keep all your memories. Every mistake, every life digging into you as you relive everything all at once. Constantly, forever.

There is no other option. That is, unless you want to be me."

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