"I wanted to be a writer, you know, before I have this Big Bad Wolf" Kat pointed at her breasts one day when we went to the garden outside the hospital.

The Big Bad Wolf she talked about was referring to TB (Tuberculosis), a condition damaging your lungs from infections. She didn't have that much friends because people were afraid of this disease. You might not think it was that dangerous since you were living in the day where medicine and technologies were improving but in Kat's days it wasn't like that. This could kill her. No, scratch that, this killed her.

"Why writer?"

"I don't know... maybe to say something no one wants to say but no one ever says." Kat turned her head away from me, looking at the red painted sky outside the window. 

"I'm sure you could be, if you want."

At that time I was pretty sure she could be the writer but she didn't. She later became the Grim Reaper, the prisoners in a warder clothes walking between two worlds, like me.

"It was like drowning sometimes," Kat said, peeling the orange before gave it to me, "I coughed, thinking I would definitely die at that day, at that moment but then seconds later I could breath again, like someone just pulled me out of the water."

I nodded and ate the orange she gave me. The orange was a gift from Mr.Chang's real grandchildren but Kat didn't know that. She still thought I was his grand kid visiting several times a week.

It was Mr.Chang's last day, I waited for the cliché sound of the hospital monitor, that long beep sound no one wanted to hear (except me because it meant I got my job done.)
I crossed his name off my book and took him to his new home. I didn’t know whether he was going to heaven or to hell or somewhere else. It was another department’s job. My only job was to send his soul to that department. I should not care where his soul was going, so I did not. I should not care about any souls at all. 
Except that I did care about Kat’s soul. 

She had the potential to be my friend and I wanted to keep it that way. I did something no Grim Reaper should do; I interfered with other department job to see her last day on human world and her next whereabouts after death.

Was that helping her out of the water? I wasn't sure at that time. But as years went by, I didn't think it was pulling her out of the water at all. She was still drowning but the worst thing was that she didn't know she was drowning anymore.

If you ask me when was the first time I triggered the switch I should not be messing with, that was the first time.

And you? You were my second time.