Death
"I'm not ready to die yet."
Death looked at the girl
Sighing
"That's what you said last time."
"So I did."
"You're not getting out of it this time."
The girl pulled her cloak closer
Considering
"Oh won't I?"
"You won't."
The young boy,
Death
Looked at her
Sighing.
Taking her hand in his
He whispered.
"Think of everyone who you ever lost
You'll see them if you come with me."
"How do I know you ain't lying?"
"I promise."
He smiled.
Leading her towards the gateway
She could see the fields beyond it
The shadows
The darkness.
She shrunk away.
"I won't go."
"It's only dark from this view.
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