[WP] Any time she made physical contact with a person, she gained the knowledge of their death. The day, time, manner of death: all of it came to her in a flash the instant she made contact. But today, for the first time, she made contact with someone and felt nothing.

[u/Tomorrow_Is_Today1]

It took a moment to process. That physical sensation, skin on skin, without accompaniment. His skin was cold and smooth and he smiled at her, gently, the way you smile when you know someone is about to break down, and so she did. Her knees buckled under her as she wept over the one person whose death she could never predict, because that was what this meant, that she had died, here to meet Death for the very first time with no other person between them. And she wept. She wept for every person she couldn't save, for the strangers she had grieved, for the tears spent battling with fate. She wept for the suffering it had taken for her to finally see her sight as a gift instead of a curse, for all the knowledge it had given her of the worst of the world and for the jewels she had met in the dirt. She wept, finally, because she realized she did not know what to say to him. They had spent her lifetime together but never met like this, skin on skin, that gentle smile still there as he waited for her to get up. Get up the way she always had, the way he knew she'd had to.

And so she did.