Don't you know what this means? A voice inside asks, it's so light, and shallow, but pay it much mind. You're going to lend your hand to death. The loving and hurtful hand that you've always known that come for you one day in one way. Will you take it now? Or will you wait until you are sure you're ready for it?
The hand pulls back without a hesitating moment in it. A younge woman with sad blood red eyes steps out, her hair black and long, reaching to the middle of her thigh. Blue tips are died into her glossy hair. She reaches her arms out to the one, tand embraces tightly. Fingers intertwined behind the back.
A cool, loving whisper in the ear, "You're not going to die yet, I've just come for a visit..." She pulled away, her hair falling over her shoulders and over her pristess outfit that she wore. "You surely will die, but no matter what, I will always come back for you, but you'll know who is taking you and what I am like. Please, take my hand, even if you don't, I'll be back for you, and your life." The sad blood red eyes turn cooler and gentel.
Loving fills them, and her eyes remain deep and sorrowful underneith the cover of sweetness. Taking one short breath before sinking back into her relm of the mind, and then dissapering, with a last final whisper in ears, "Remember, everyone has a face, demon or not. I'm Death, the one who will take you after your life's gone... I will see you soon enough.... Fairwell, and have a good life, until I come back for you..."
What would you say or do if that was you who I was talking to?
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