Sorry for keeping this blog stagnant for weeks. I just can't put depressing posts here since this blog's for my dreams and happy thoughts.
    Luckily, I came up with something to post in here. This story's playing in my mind for days now and I decided to put it in words. It won't be as good as a professional writer's story, but still, it has something to tell. Hope you'd enjoy reading it. :)


                "I love her more than any human could do."

She looks really beautiful that day in spite of the sickness that slowly poisons her body. She wore the green gown a usual hospital patient would wear. No make-up, no accessories, no shoes. Just a plain, green gown. 

Her long, black hair falls softly at the edge of the hospital bed. Her pale face slightly contorts, making her long eyelashes flutter. She’s in pain, I concluded. And I wondered to myself how it is possible for this human to still look that way despite her agony. Indeed, she’s the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen. 

It’s been three months since she arrived in this hospital. And day by day, her breathing gets heavier…and slower. She became thinner, and her once red cheeks turned pale. And I was shocked – if ever I can really feel that way – not because of these drastic changes…but because she still remains beautiful in my eyes. 

I could still remember the day I first saw her. I was about to cut another string of life when she opened the door of her mother’s room. There was something in her that makes her different from every other human I’ve encountered before. She walked slowly, hands in her mouth, and approached her dying mother. She kissed her for one last time and put her tear-streaked face in her mother’s heart. 

“Go on, take her. Let her be in peace, please…please put an end to her agony,” she softly said. 

That was the first time a human actually talked to me. And taking that as the sign, I lifted my sickle and cut the remaining strings that connect her mother’s soul in this earth. Realizing that the heartbeat’s gone, she lifted her head, sadly smiled, and murmured an inaudible thanks. 

From then on, I followed her wherever she went. There’s something about her that makes me feel…alive. No one in our world has ever done this before, so no one really knew what the consequences are. I never knew we could love. For in the first place, we never had a heart.
 
            Then, the consequences came. 

Here she is, lying in the same bed and same room as her mother’s. For the past few months, I’ve been blinded by what I’m feeling. I’ve cut strings more than what is needed just to keep her from dying. I did everything to save her from danger. But I remain inevitable…

I am Death.

And as long as I’m with her, she’ll never be saved. 

Her time’s starting to run out, and, for the first time, I hesitated cutting her strings. How could I put an end to the life of the very person who made me feel alive? I wanted to cry, to feel lonely, to feel angry. But I can’t. Only two feelings govern me: Love and Emptiness.

She slowly opened her eyes and extended her bony arms in air, trying to grasp something that isn’t there. 

“Please…take me.”

                Three words. Those three words signal me to do the final act. And, after a long time, I finally realized what’s with her that made me love her.

                She isn’t afraid of dying.

                 She isn’t afraid of me.     

                Here she is, ready to embrace me, to fall into the clutches of Death. She looks beautiful, so beautiful that it made me love her even more. I’d do anything…anything to save this human. If only there’s a possible way…

                Slowly, I put down my sickle and knelt down. I still feel empty inside despite the fact that the only human…only girl I’ve ever loved…is about to die. I wonder how it would feel to touch her bony arms and hands. How it would feel to slide down my rotting fingers in her hair. And to put her pale lips into mine. All these questions were answered the moment I reached out to her and embraced her…lovingly.

                For the briefest moment, I felt every emotion a human feels. Sadness. Anger. Anxiety. Uncertainty. Confusion. Bitterness. Warmth.

                Happiness…together with a familiar one, Love.

                And then…all was gone.

- Memoirs of An Exiled Shinigami

 

[P.S. Death can fall in Love but Love can never succumb to Death] :)