A 65-years old cancer patient has seven more days to live. The only regret in her life is that she never really lived one for herself. Eventually, she dies, only having a journal with her. To her surprise, her soul is not the only thing finding its way. The afterlife has more in it than she could imagine. Her search for a new life not only brings a new friend but Death itself.
Or maybe we were mistaken. We stood there for a moment, trying to memorize George's face and his features and maybe we could have been right as well. But the hood over his head raised many questions against his identity.
I looked towards Valek and he looked back at me. We then looked back at the person standing at the gate. Beany (a name I am just giving to represent my cute little puppy until I come up with a perfectly cuddly name for this adorable baby) was trying his best to bark as loud as he could while he was in my arms.
"Should we walk up there or wait for him?.??" I whispered to Valek, who was in the same uncertain situation as me.
"I think we should wait.." Valek answered in the same whispering pitch as mine.
The person who we thought to be George, started walking towards us slowly. As he took some steps, his hood slightly slid back a little from his forehead and so a big scar on his forehead and the right side of his face, came into sight.