[ WP ] You enter the dank , cold room and stand there in the light . On the table you see an envelope

I sit at the hard metal table, the chair creaking as i pull it out. My body trembles as it adjusts to the shockingly cold temperature. Tentative fingers stretch towards the large envelope sitting plainly in front of me, only somethings off about these fingers. 
 
 They're pale. Blinding white and bruised, the flesh a deep purple around the edges of the fingernails. My subconscious decided to think noting of it as I pulled the parcel towards me. 
 
 *This is what you were and what you have come to be. These are the events that made you who you are* 
 
 I do n't flinch as the chilling words ring through the room, my fingers persistent of their task. I gently reach into the envelope, only to find several pictures of a young girl with golden hair. She's laughing, some other girl about her age standing beside her. Next picture, the same girl, a tad older, holding a small puppy in her arms; Her face pleading for the dog to stay. 
 
 I continue to scroll through the various memories captured in the photos, unable to arouse any form of recognition to any of events. *Matthew. * I remain frozen for a few moments, completely stunned by a beautiful wedding picture. The bride is dressed in a very elegant gown, her hair falling in a cascade of curls around her. Beside her is a very familiar man, his nose slightly bent from a previous break. 
 
 `` That's.... My Husband....'' I choke out quietly, tears suddenly spilling over my cheeks. I remember now, the girl was my best friend in 2^nd grade, Emily was her name. We grew up to be the best of friends, she was even my maid of honor at my wedding. Matthew was a quirky little fellow I met during my sophomore year in college, I still remember the day. He sat beside me in my engineering class and we talked a few times, though it was n't until I caught him sneaking into a private sorority party that we actually started talking. Little did I know we were to be wed and with two children 10 years down the road. 
 
 I flick to the next photograph to see a frail old woman laying in a bed a man with a slight bend in his nose kneeling beside her, clutching the woman's hand like his life depended on it. 
 
 *Angeline, You're time has expired, you may now choose a side. * 
 
 Two massive doors slid open on either side of me, one leading into darkness and one opening up into a brilliant light. I stood, tears still staining my cheeks, and casually strolled towards the lit door, hoping Matthew and our kids were coping well. 
 It was really hard adjusting to my new lifestyle, but i actually enjoy it much better this way. All the annoyances from my past life gone, being able to finally relax. I'm able to wait for my Matthew in comfort, of course I do n't willingly wish him here. Not many people are able to cope with dying. 

