[ WP ] Everyone has a reaper . The further away it is , the longer you have left to live . Every day it inches a little bit closer , but it is always there . Except yours , which disappeared three weeks ago

The Reapers. They are all around us. Every living creature has one. They serve as a reminder. A reminder that life is a gift. It does n't last forever. 
 
 A reaper's distance from its owner is said to indicate how much time the owner has left to live. As the days pass by, the reaper draws closer. You can not see your reaper, but you can always sense its presence. Some people say this presence we sense is the reason we fear death. It is said that one can only see their reaper when they are within an arm's reach. 
 
 You would believe that the reapers are skeletal creatures cloaked in dark, black robes with a scythe in one hand. You are almost right, except for one small correction. They're not dressed in black. In fact, they're color-coded. Yes, you heard me right. Color-coded. It might seem funny to see reapers, the symbols of death, waving their scythe around in colored outfits, like they're a bunch of Power Rangers, but that's how things are. 
 
 The color of your reaper's cloak signifies how you die. Green, the color of nature, for a natural death or death by old age. Red, the color of blood, for death by murder. Grey, the color of pale bodies, for death by disease or sickness. Yellow, the color of warnings, for death by accident. White, the color of surrender, for death by suicide. So I was pretty confused when I saw my reaper, dressed in a green robe, hovering inches from my face. I was too young and healthy to have a green reaper. So, why was he here? 
 
 I looked him in the eyes and saw two bright balls of fire burning blue. I thought I saw a sadness in those blue eyes. I opened my mouth to ask him, but he snapped his fingers and everything went black. The next thing I remember is waking up in bed the next morning, feeling as normal as I could ever be. Except for one thing. I could no longer sense my reaper. It's like he had just vanished. That ever-present sense of foreboding had disappeared. Like a huge burden being lifted off your shoulders. For the first time in my life, I felt free, truly free. That was three weeks ago. 
 
 Life went on, as it always does, but I felt renewed. I feared nothing. I began taking risks I would not normally even dream of. I finally asked that girl I've had a crush since high school out. I decided to ask my boss for a raise. I felt like I was on the top of the world. 
 
 And then I heard it. 
 
 A voice. Calling out my name. I had never heard my reaper speak, but somehow I recognized it. The fear of death slowly crawled back. The voice grew louder. I looked around but saw nothing. The voice was in my head. 
 
 `` Is that you? Are you my reaper?'' I called out. `` Yes, my friend. I am your reaper.'' came the reply from the deep voice in my head. `` Am I going to die now?'' I asked, with a shiver travelling down my spine. `` No. You have a long life ahead of you, my friend.'' said the reaper. `` Where have you been? How can I hear you now?'' I asked. `` You saved me.'' said my reaper. `` Me? I saved you?'' I asked, surprised. `` Yes. I was dying and you saved me.'' replied my reaper. 
 
 `` Dying? You can die?'' I asked, even more confused now. `` Everyone dies. Humans and Reapers alike. There are no exceptions. It is the law of nature.'' said my reaper. `` But how I did save you? How can I save you?'' I asked, my head beginning to throb. `` I am within you now. I merged our souls. I was dying, but I had my duty to perform. I can not be gone before your soul has been reaped. Before you have safely been taken to the afterlife. It is my duty to do so, and I shall not fail.'' said my reaper, his voice booming loudly in my mind. 
 
 My head felt like it was going to explode. Images begin to flash before me. Images of my future. I see my children playing and growing up. I see myself growing old with my beloved wife. I see myself crying myself to sleep on the night my wife passes away. At the end of my life, I see myself. My reaper's cloak and Scythe materialize around me. I see myself embracing death with open arms after my long fulfilling life. The images begin to fade now. My headache slowly disappears. I can no longer hear my reaper's voice in my head. I no longer have a reaper. 
 
 I am my Reaper.
