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A young man was standing alone, his breath steaming in the cold
air, staring
at the snow on the trees. It was beginning to melt, he
observed. Little by
little, it was disappearing...melting into water that slid down
the bare branches
above him, then broke free and fell to earth.
<< It's nearly over. >>
Her time was nearing its end. With the lengthening daylight
and the rising
temperatures, it was clear that spring was coming. And with
that, the death
of someone close to him. Someone he was meant to take.
It was ironic, funny really, that the son of Death had spent the
last three
months teaching this woman what it was like to be alive.
And soon it would
be over. It wasn't fair.
It just wasn't fair.
He sighed. He was thinking like a human being again.
His father had
admonished him for that, saying that death wasn't cruel, or kind,
it just was.
He understood that for some people, people who were suffering, it
could be
a blessing. Maybe so, but for her, it was a waste.
He dreaded that last day, when he would finally have to reveal
himself for
what he was. A betrayal of trust, that's what Bert or Alice
would call it, if
they knew.
Someday they would.
He closed his eyes tightly, shutting out the world and all the
signs of life
surrounding him. The only thing he could hear was the
dripping of the melting
snow, falling from the branches onto and around him.
The temperature may have been rising, but his breath still
steamed in the
cold air, and now he felt cold all over. He wiped away the
moisture from
his face, that might or might not have been from the melting
snow.
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