4. 

Hey, Death God. 

So anxious to take me with you? 

I will go with you. Don't worry. 

But I really wanted to touch her face once again with my fingertips. 

Suddenly a soft, gentle wind blowing through Jessica's cheeks, her mind inexplicable becomes calm again, mingled with a little nostalgic love. 

Very far away, from the sky, came a very light voice whispering "Goodbye, my love."