Status: Writing is hard.
Salvation
One • Thanatos
No one is supposed to know when they die. That’s one of the rules. They don’t know when and they don’t know how I take them. I creep upon them like a cold unforgiving midnight breeze, except I’m usually not as gentle.
People die in a variety of ways, most of which are none too pleasant.
I watched her bite her glossed lip as she stared down at her text book. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a messy bun; the stray hairs falling into her green eyes. The concentrated look evaporated from her face as she glanced to the side with a smile. Her older brother entered the bedroom and said something to her, which made her smile drop a bit before she spoke.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, nor did I desire to. She was a job. In a few months time she would be collected like any other soul and deposited up above, to enter Heaven. The place I could never go. The place where I was forbidden.
She shouldn't matter to me.
She couldn't matter to me.
And yet she did.
People die in a variety of ways, most of which are none too pleasant.
I watched her bite her glossed lip as she stared down at her text book. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a messy bun; the stray hairs falling into her green eyes. The concentrated look evaporated from her face as she glanced to the side with a smile. Her older brother entered the bedroom and said something to her, which made her smile drop a bit before she spoke.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, nor did I desire to. She was a job. In a few months time she would be collected like any other soul and deposited up above, to enter Heaven. The place I could never go. The place where I was forbidden.
She shouldn't matter to me.
She couldn't matter to me.
And yet she did.