[ WP ] It turns out that when you die , your soul is launched back in time , effectively becoming your own guardian angel .

I watch the girl with calm patience. The girl was me but it does n't feel like it. Watching myself I sometimes wonder what was going on in that head of mine. Watching is so different from. It's truly an opportunity to reflect. 
 
 The girl is listening to the radio and reading a book. She look up at the clock and sighs. She puts the book away and stand up. Her face, my face, is curiously blank, almost sad. I pity her, but at least I know where she will end up and I take comfort from that. Still, it makes me sad watching her, watching her and remembering. 
 
 She strips of her clothes and steps into the shower, the radio still sounding softly in the background. Something tugs at my memory. I rarely remember the day-to-day things anymore. The girl works mechanically in the shower her expression tells me her mind is lightyears away, she's feeling sad. I'm feeling sad. This was one of the bad times in my life. I know I will work myself out from it, but it still makes me sad to watch. 
 
 Suddenly she starts crying. I feel like crying with her. I never used to cry, but I did then. She leans against the wall and slides down the wall of the shower, tears running down her cheeks. Such sadness, such intense emotions. She curl up into a ball and I watch myself cry. 
 
 I sit there for far too long. It's too much, watching her cry, watching myself cry like that and remembering that intense sorrow. I reach out and touch the world of the living. I flipp to the radio and pick a song I know very well. 
 
 In the shower the girl jerks up and looks around. She recognizes that song. Like a bullet she jumps up and grabs the towel, running out of the shower. She picks up her phone and for a few moments she is confused. Then she looks around at the radio. It's the same song as her ringtone. A slight laugh escapes her as she brushes away the tears. I remember this moment now, I remember wanting to go back into the shower and wanting to keep crying, but I do n't. I am already up and I can not turn back there. That happy coincidence gave me a little extra energy, it gave me a little determination to survive another day. It is such a small thing, but it was still something that made me pick myself up and move on. I remember it and smile. Reaching out a comforting hand, wanting her to feel it, willing myself to know I'm being watched out for. She deserves that much. 
 
 *I* deserved that much.
