Complete the short story / flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:
Do you have a soul? I do, but apparently not everyone has a soul. Only those that are truly human have a soul. Only those that have lived, died, and chosen to return to Earth as guardians have souls. Those with souls can die again and again while in the service of Death and they will not perish. Those without souls are relegated to Heaven or Hell, where they exist, “live” if you would like to call it that, until the life energy that kept them alive fades into the cosmos. If you have a soul you’re not supposed to fall in love with a lowly human. But sometimes, you just can’t help it.
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