Most people were born with a gift. But I was born with a curse. 
Sometimes Death leaves Time's window open a little. You can see through the window if you climb hard enough. Those people are fortunate. 
But I was born in the house, knowing Death's secrets. 
I know my death date, down to the last second. I know in explicit detail of my death, how precisely it will happen. However, if one changes his fate, Death gets unhappy, and will take you away. Usually by a car accident. Most car accidents and other sudden deaths happen because the person unintentionally cheated death by changing his fate. Perhaps because the person changed his fortune.

If I try to avoid my death, intentional or not, Death will come to claim me within 24 hours. The same goes for anybody else's death. That's right, I know everybody's death dates. In explicit detail. How and when. And if I change their fate, the bill is passed to me instead of them. If I say "Hey, you're going to die tomorrow!", Death thy Reaper will reap my soul in oppose to yours.

There's a good reason. Mainly the lack of faith you would have can save you, and because you don't know for sure. But if you did believe me, and had faith in the prophecy, I would still be taken, and granted you will have cheated death for free and live until you are ready to walk with Jesus. Without the expiration date you were born with; if you have no faith in Jesus, then you will live forever; walking this world until you decompose alive. 

I've told my love how much I love her. I also told her of my ability. She believes me, she trusts me. She understands why I can't prove it, and that's good enough for her. But I've seen her death. It's a horrible death. Her body, they will find her, but not be able to identify her. It's harsh, traumatizing. Every detail I saw, and every passing hour of knowing it hurts. But I promised Death. I cannot tell her nor anybody. 

The dreams haunt me. Standing in a pool of red red wine. Crying as I watch the deed happen. I will not survive without her, so I've made up my mind. 

I could not tell her. But I found a loophole. And I'm not proud of it. As we drove home one day, as I drove across the highway bridge at 70 mph, I kissed her cheek with tearful eyes, and the semi struck us. 

No... I survived? How could I have... I got only a few scratches and twisted ankle... Perhaps she survi...
I look at her barely recognizable body on the highway. 
I kneel on the pool of her blood, and wept, as the deed has been done. My loophole has turned into another loophole. I was so worried about her, I didn't even look at her killer. Her murderer. 
I see my reflection in the crimson pool. 

Death has found me barely alive. He said I have suffered enough and has decided to let me go. He has also relieved me of my death day. Free to live as long as I want. Until I'm ready to walk with Jesus. 
But as he walked out the door... He took my faith with him.