It’s been a while since the last time I came here.

The cemetery where I was buried.

It’s hard because I don’t want to remember how many nights I stay here, crying, begging to be alive once again.

This place always reminds me that I’m dead.

But what could I get with me wasting my time begging for something impossible?

This place is always so dark and gloomy, full of spirits who still cling to their memories when they are still alive.

I’m no different from them. I still wanted to think of a miracle. I’m so pushy. 

It also irritates me sometimes.

Plus meeting a death god now doesn’t sound good.

I already know what he wants.

Prim is a death god assigned to me.

In the world of the dead, there are individuals who keep things organized. 

Names, age, cause of death, even the dead’s favorite foods are on their master list. I wonder who they work from.

When a certain death god was assigned to you, you are either a sinner or a hard-headed person like me. Well, every person has one after they die. The death gods are responsible for guiding the dead to the next step of the afterlife.

And I don’t know what’s behind that door, and I don't wanna know either.

I had the feeling that Prim’s here to once again nag and convince me to just move on and rest in peace.

Sighed. I’m already tired.

I stop in front of the familiar headstone, where I can still clearly read my name and the date when I die.

I saw a fresh bouquet of flowers that was probably from my mom, and I noticed how everything is so clean. Mom never fails to come here whenever she has time. 

Suddenly, a figure showed up sitting on the headstone. Black cloak, dressed in full black, with frightening red eyes that are slightly covered by his silver-white hair. 

“It’s been a while, Zeiru.” he said while smiling. It makes me even nervous.

“Prim,” I simply greeted him.

“I can sense that there’s no point in me meeting you now since you haven’t changed your mind. Marik told me, ``You still go to her like a stalker.” Prim said as he removed his hood.

Ugh I really wanted to smack Marik right now. He's so talkative.

“You know well that you can’t do anything about it.” I bravely said, despite me having a hard time reading, when will he lose his patience with me.

“Yes, I guess,” he simply answered back. He’s calm now compared to before.

But more importantly, I have to ask him this.

“Prim, I do have a question,” I said while looking at him.

I keep on staring at him, because I know he’s very much different right now.

“Are you really Prim? The Prim I know? Coz the first time I saw you, you were like a skeleton with a giant scythe.” I still remember how scary it is.

“How rude of you! This is my original form! Will you take me seriously if I show myself to you without the get-up?” He clearly lost composure now.

He got a point. I might think he's a lunatic while saying "I'm a death god, I came here to guide your soul." Yeah yeah, I won't take him seriously if that's the case. I nodded in agreement.

“Can we get back to my business here? I’m already wasting my time here anyway,” he said as he got a white scroll from his pocket.

He suddenly becomes serious, and I know why.

He opens the scroll and looks at it for a while before he talks.

“About your case, I know you still don’t want to go. But your date boundary, it’s getting short Zeiru.”

I closed my eyes. I know.

The date boundary is the spirit’s expiration date, which is set once a human dies.

When that day comes the spirit must go, whether they like it or not. 

Or else, they will become stray spirits who wander the earth forever. Some spirits chose to become one, but without assurance of what will happen to them in the future.

But once the stray spirit is consumed with dark desire, whether the desire to live or something else, the death gods have to take action. They have to be exterminated.

“You don’t have plans to become a stray, right? I know you’re smart enough to think what is good for you,” he said as he tucked away the scroll he’s holding. 

I don’t know what to answer. Because clearly, I might choose to become a stray spirit and be with Rina as long as she lives,

I’m hopeless to even hope for us to meet one day. Be it 50 years or 70 years.

I can wait.

Prim sighed.

“I have to send my report about your unclear decision. I’m not gonna label you as a stray yet, Zeiru. Think about it more this time.” 

And he just disappeared into thin air.

I need to get it right.

I need to decide as soon as possible, right?

I’m worried about everything, not realizing another problem is coming this way. The person I don't want Rina to meet.