When an accident caused her soul to leave her body.

along with a brain that refuses to remember any stories at all

So she needed help.

But no one said that he

Not a person????

Where do you go when you die? No one knows. Because the person who died did not get up to answer us. Well, what if we were not yet dead? And what about the soul leaving the body? What will it be like?...

“Just a moment, beautiful sister.”

"No, I'm busy. Grow up and go yourself."

I blushed after trying to appeal to my beloved sister (or not, I don't know) for the hundredth time that day. But the original answer was "no".

“Oh, I'm just sending my younger sibling to a special class. Can't pretend to complain, you're so mean." I said, then raised my head. "Oh!!! It hurts,” I shouted when the beautiful Kratib suddenly took his free hand and twisted my ear hard. It hurt.

"Do I think I'm being mean? You're the one who can ride a car and beg me to give you a ride again. Look, you're not a child anymore."

“But he's afraid. Lately, fortune tellers are increasingly telling me that my luck is not good. Be careful about car accidents. What if he were driving and had an accident?” I hurriedly explained, hoping to gain sympathy, but I didn't because this sister of mine was truly cruel.

“I will take you to the doctor. Treat the whole wound And her paranoia.” That's my sister. “Look, this fortune teller bottle is paired with a doctor. I guess what are you thinking about? If you're afraid of an accident, then take the bus."

Hmm, really, why did I think of this so slowly?

“Um, that's true.”

"Oh, now that you know, hurry up or you won't be in time. You can go now."

“Then let's go first. There's no need to cook. He won't come back to eat," I said. Then ran out quickly At least I'd like to be able to stir things up a bit (uh, I'm on the verge of being a psychopath).

Red light intersection later

I walked out and sat at the bus stop in front of the alley. But damn it. Why did the bus I wanted to take take so long? Oh, that's exactly what it was.

I immediately stood up and prepared to continue my journey, but then

//////////////Flick////////////

It's like that. The bus didn't stop to pick me up. I don't see anyone here. Don't you see the sign? This guy has no ethics. I'm not complaining. But still running after it Hopefully it will stop. But suddenly something unexpected happened. When the 18-wheeler trailer's brakes suddenly failed, where it came from, I don't know, but it rushed straight towards the bus. And a few seconds later

Chrome

There was a loud noise. Summons the surrounding people into panic. The bus fell and small sparks appeared at the front end. Everything is chaotic I hurriedly turned away, not wanting to look. But my instincts resisted and I ordered me to go and see. Sigh!!! Looking at it, I feel very depressed.

“1004 1005 1006 1007” came the sound of a rescue team performing CPR on an accident victim. I hurriedly walked over to take a look. The person lying in pain was wearing a sweet pink dress with polka dots. But almost half of my face was hidden by me. Beside her was a yellow duckling-shaped shoulder bag. Let me tell you, this woman looks very familiar.

“He won't survive.” The officer shook his head before stopping CPR. I sighed dejectedly before walking out.

“Who is the corpse?”

“My name is Miss Watsaphon. Merit of Phra Phuttakhom" Watsaphon Merit of Phra Phuttakhom This name is so familiar, hey!!! This is my name.

I quickly went back to look at the woman. And must be extremely shocked. Because that woman is

myself!!!!

Not true, what happened? How can I die? It's not true, it's not true!!!!!

I immediately ran from the scene, completely confused. How is that possible? I haven't gotten on the bus yet. So why did I have to die? It's not true, this is a dream.

It's not true, I'm in a dream.

“Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh” I cried without being embarrassed by anyone when I had walked for a while. I'm not ashamed and I'm a ghost now. Who will see me?

Why was this little girl's life so short? Opened my eyes to see the world only a few years ago. Then I came to die. Haha.

"Here you are. I've been looking for you for a long time." A voice suddenly sounded beside him. I looked up and looked up.

Hair styled, sharp eyes, high nose, tall, white, very handsome.

But as mentioned Not an issue I'm interested in whether you really see me or not.

“So you saw me?” I asked innocently.

“Um, I see.”

Wow, then I'm not dead yet. I'm still human. I survived. I'm not dead. I'm alive. I'm so happy.

I'm jumping around Feeling like winning the first prize in the lottery is not enough. Well, people are happy here.

“What is there to be so happy about? You're dead.” Those words immediately made me stop beating. The feeling of happiness also disappeared.

“Huh, what do you think?”

“She's dead,” the man repeated.

“That's not true. Just now, you still said you saw me. How can I die? Then you must not see me.”

“Yes, if I were a person. But I'm the angel of death. I have the right to see you at any time.” Huh, what do you mean? You're the angel of death?

“You don't have to look confused. I came here because I am going to pick you up and pay for my karma,” Mr. Grim Reaper continued.

Paying for karma? I haven't killed a mosquito since I was born. How can you get me to pay for my karma?

"I'm not going. I don't want to die yet. You lied. I'm not dead yet."

I quickly ran back without looking back. While crying tears all along the way What happened to me? Isn't it true? I'm dreaming. I'm having a nightmare.

Wake up for once, you crazy thermos.

“Mom, take care of yourself. You're in peace now." A familiar voice sounded from not far away. I looked towards the sound. The picture I saw was Brother Kratip sitting and consoling my mother, who was crying so hard she was about to die on the sofa. Not too close, not far away, I saw my father. The face is equally sad.

"Father, mother, Brother Kratip, the thermos is here. Haha, the thermos is here," I said in a low voice with tears streaming down my face. Then he collapsed in a heap against the door of the house. Sitting tucked between his legs, despondent.

“Do you believe me this time that you're dead?” That voice appeared again. I looked up and stared right into his face. before nodding through tears “It's good to understand. We wasted a lot of time. It's time to go.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“Where did the dead go?” the man replied in annoyance, making me cry even harder. “Don't cry, you never did any bad karma. Anyway, you will get to heaven.”

I don't know if he really said this or was just comforting me. But it made me feel good.

“Let's go,” I said. Anyway, I can't avoid it. Whether it's slow or fast, we have to face it anyway. I'm ready

Some time later, somewhere other than the human world.

“What? Wrong?” I cried out in shock when an old man suddenly spoke out in a loud voice.

“Yes, it happened that our registration system had a problem. In fact, it wasn't you who had to die. but another person.”

Ha, does this mean I'm going to die free? I won't allow it. This is clearly a deception.

“So, like this, do we have to send this girl's soul to the human world?” the handsome young angel of death asked. This is exactly the question I want to know.

“Yes, then I entrust you with the responsibility of taking this soul away.”

“Yes,” said the man firmly.

“Then how can I go back? Hasn't my body been burned by now?”

“No, I used my power to help you, and now your body is in the hospital but…”

Somewhere in the human world

“Huh.”

“Now you can stop crying. She didn't die at all.”

“If you don't die, it's like dying. No one saw anyone. It's just a ghost floating around,” I complained. Then I continued to cry, Lord Yom. Than Yom, instead of letting me return to a good body, I couldn't. I let the soul of an unknown person enter my body instead. Haha. Where can I go to find my own desert?

“Stop being such a crybaby. If you don't want to be a wandering soul, hurry up and help find her so she can return to her body.” The angel of death scolded me. It's easy to say. But it's hard to do. The human world is not narrow.

“So where do we start?”

“Put it like this: Where is the hospital closest to the intersection where you had the accident?”

“Why are you going? Even now, that spirit has taken me away.”

“No, after all, it's still you. There was no way her family would let him go anywhere.” Really, that's my body, after all.

Moments later, at a hospital

“And how do I know where I am?”

“You go look at that sign.” The man pointed to a sign not far away indicating the room and the name of the patient. I immediately went to find my name.

"I know. Room number 402, you're really smart." I praised and smiled brightly at the handsome angel of death.

“Well, other people compliment me like this. Let's go." The angel of death said and walked towards him.

“Uh, then why did you become the Grim Reaper?”

"That's how I died. I did good karma and liked to help people, so I became the angel of death."

“Then why did you die?” I asked. The angel of death suddenly stopped walking and turned to look at me.

Um, did I say something wrong?

“It is not your duty to ask me. You've reached the room, go in." The angel of death pursed his lips in another direction.

I stared intently at the clear door in front of me.

“What are you afraid of? Or are you afraid that he won't return your body?” the angel of death asked knowingly. I could only nod my head up and down. "Then I'll go in as a friend," he said and walked out. I can only look. “Come quickly,” the angel of death urged again. This time he didn't say anything, but he took my hand and led me to walk in.

Oh, I'm so embarrassed.

Inside the room, everyone seemed to be very agitated. I wonder if he was happy to see me revived. But where is my body?

“Did you see it, nurse?”

"There isn't any. I've looked everywhere."

“Oh my dear,” my mother said and fainted. Me and the angel of death looked at each other with one eye.

"We're too late," the angel of death said in a sad tone.

“No, no, no matter what, I must enter the body. Mother, father, Brother Kratip, please help Kratik. Ha ha ha!” I said and cried a lot.

“Calm down, keep crying. There's nothing I can do to help." Even though I said that, I still couldn't accept it.

“Hahaha.”

I kept crying like that Until warm arms came to touch and embrace me. The feeling of loneliness and despondency was replaced by warmth. I felt stunned for a moment.

“Not like crying. I don't want to see it," the angel of death said softly. But it made my heart skip a beat. Even though there is no body But it has a soul and have feelings

My tears began to dry from the force of the wipe before warm arms gently released me.

“Would you like to take a break first?” he asked. I just shook my head lightly and answered.

“I want to meet my friend. I will go back to my family.”

"Well, I'll help you find it."

"Promise me," I looked up with a pleading look in my eyes.

“I promise,” the angel of death promised, giving me a small smile.

Sigh!!! I don't know why I'm like this. I always feel warm and safe when I'm near this angel of death.

Why is it?

Many days have passed.

Me and the angel of death are still searching for my missing body. Now I'm starting to get close to him. And I'm starting to get used to living this way. No need to go to study. No need to go to special school. If you want to do something, do it.

“Tak, I asked my friend who works in the underworld to help me find information about the body,” the god of death immediately told me.

"So, where is my body now?"

“Not near, not far. Look, this is where we are. This is where her body is now.”

“Then let's hurry and go,” I said quickly, taking the Shinigami's hand and leading him away.

“Wait a bottle.”

“Is something wrong?”

“That place is not a place that a wandering soul like you can enter.”

“So what do you do?”

“Wait, wait for him to come out first,” the angel of death said calmly. I just sat there with tears streaming down my face. "It's okay. It won't be long."

“Um,” I replied, feeling a bit more comfortable. The handsome angel of death is so kind. If he were a person, it would be good. “If I enter your body, where will you go next?”

"Wherever you want me to go, I'll just go back to my place. And you?"

"I'm going to hug my father, mother and older sister so that I miss them." I said and smiled. It's been weeks since I've seen them. I don't know what it would be like, “Well, if I were human. Will you and I still be able to meet again?” I asked with a little hope, but was disappointed when I heard it.

"You already know the answer.....You can rest. Tomorrow we have things to do," the angel of death said and walked away with his head raised. I can only stare wistfully.

Some time later, at a certain place

I looked at the angel of death, not wanting him to disappear. I want to stay with that guy for a long time. Beside the Grim Reaper, there was a spirit nearby. Not far from where I was standing. The body I had been searching for for so long lay waiting for me.

“Enter your body and take a break,” the angel of death ordered.

“Thank you very much,” I said with tears streaming down my face.

“Um,” he said shortly before nodding his head towards my body. This really is about time.

I immediately walked towards my body. Even though part of my heart doesn't want to go Squinting at the Grim Reaper And then I decided to run towards him one last time, hugging him tightly.

“I like you, Mr. Grim Reaper. Thank you very much for helping me. I will never forget you,” I said and cried again.

“I will never forget you, Miss Kratik,” he said and hugged me back. This feeling is so warm.

It's like something is drawing us together. But why must you separate us?

“It's time.” Those were the last words of the Grim Reaper before everything disappeared.

Many months have passed.

“Kratik, are you going to study yet? I'll send you soon." Brother Kratip's voice called out to me again. Now I don't know what's wrong. I feel like my beautiful sister is really worried about me.

“Already gone,” I said in a sweet voice. before quickly running downstairs Before I saw Mom sitting on the sofa looking at pictures, I went to say hello as usual. “Go first, Mom....eh. Whose picture is that?”

“Phi Fiat, please. He is our neighbor. But now he's no longer here.”

“So where are you going?”

"He's passed away...this is the bottle he used to save me from a car accident when I was 5 years old, remember?" Mom said before sending me the picture.

And when I looked at that picture Some feelings that seemed to have disappeared for a long time suddenly appeared in my heart again.

A man with neatly styled hair, sharp eyes, a high nose, tall, white.

Phi Fiat, I will never forget.

                                                                                                                                                                                The end