Before I Go
My soul was torn from my body due to immense sorrow. I hovered, invisible, above the heads of the people who had the misfortune to discover my corpse.
One of my colleagues and closest friends, Zoe Sullivan, was at that moment bent over my stiff body, weeping like there was no tomorrow.
I could not help but sigh. "I'm sorry, Zoe. I'm not worth your tears."
I glanced at my body, wincing at my own swollen, bruised face. Goodness, I'm ugly even in death!
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