[ WP ] Everyone knows the exact time and date of their death . Your date has passed , but nothing happened .

This is the second day of the rest of my life. 
 
 The walls are empty. There's nothing here but an old matress and some raggy, worn out clothes I picked from the trash last night. I'm in a rooftop on one of the ugliest parts of the city. The only place I can hide. 
 
 I spent all of yesterday setting this up. I walked all day, until I finally found this building. Empty, unkempt. The perfect building for me. Then I gathered all the survival stuff I could find and braced myself for my first night. 
 
 I spent all the day before yesteray saying my goodbyes. I visited my job, even if I had already quit two weeks before. I wished luck to my replacement. He's gon na die in twelve years, three months and eleven days, so he's still got a lot of time to make himself a name there. Then all my coworkers rounded up with me for a last picture that will hang on the wall. A lot of them cried. It's not fair to die at 28, but I've made my peace with it. 
 
 By night, all my friends gathered for my last night in the world. We had until seven in the morning, so we made the best of it. They are the best friends i could ever think of. I had already given away most of my possesions, but I had kept some special things to give that night. I had never appreciated the value of that ritual until now, but it really helps you to make amends. I gave all of them a last word, a last hug, a last conversation... 
 
 Jess had told me she was ready for goodbyes, but she was n't. That's all I'm gon na say about her. It's not fair to die at 28 when you're in love. 
 
 We staid up all night. After all, it was my last night. By morning all was said and done. I was sitting in the living room, surrounded by my family and friends and, oddly, I was okay. I had had time to do all I had to do, and as the last seconds passed over me, I was at peace. 
 
 Then it came. Seven in the morning, twenty four minutes, nine seconds. 
 
 And passed. 
 
 And another minute passed. 
 
 And five minutes passed. 
 
 And one hour passed and I did n't die. 
 
 Nobody knew what to do about it. We all felt something was really wrong, specially me. For all of my life I had known when I would die, but the time had arrived and past and left me like a forgotten toy. 
 
 Everybody left. They all knew that I ought to be dead, and now that I was n't it was like I was a monster. Not even my mother dared looking at me as she walked out. 
 
 At noon a moving crew arrived with the furniture of the guy that would take my house over. There was nothing I could do. My date of death had been written on my records, all my possessions had been given away, no one I knew would talk to me... I just walked away. 
 
 I spent all of yesterday setting up my new house, a lot less fancy than the previous one. I watched other homeless people and tried to learn from them. It's been harder than I thought, not only the living, but also the learning. No one will come close to me. I do n't know if it shows in my face, but everybody know there's something wrong with me. I'm a dead man walking, and they can sense it. 
 
 Today is the second day of the rest of my life and I wake up. I do n't know why I was spared the common fate of humanity, I do n't know for how long, I do n't know if there is a purpose behind this. I guess I'll eventually find out. Or not. 
 
 I am alive. From now that will have to suffice. 
 
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 This gave me the biggest plot bunny ever. I would love to elaborate on this, although I think it would take a little bit long to set up and I have n't written for like two years or so. Thank you, OP.
