Death envyed her. He envyed her so much. He found her beautiful, kind, everyone loved her. No one loved him, forever he would remain in the dark abyss he had to call home. He hated it here, all he heard and felt was the sorrow, the agonizing screams from the people he was forced to take. His face, ugly and distorted, he longed for her beauty. He longed for the love that everyone of the world felt for her, only a few longed for him, only then would he answer. He was sitting in his dark room, alone when in came a sudden burst of light. He cringed, he had always hated the light. No. . . He didn't hate it. He longed for it, but he was afraid, it hurt him so much. Life walked in next to him, kneeling softly as she combed her beautifully etched fingers through her hair. "Death . . ." She asked in a soft soothing voice, it calmed anyones soul but put his on edge. He hated that voice, but at the same time it filled him with a soothing love. It made him cringe as he slowly turned to her, his pure whites eyeing her up and down. "Yes Life. . .?" She smiled softly tilting her head as she pet the head of one of the beautiful blue birds that fluttered around her. "Why? Why does everyone love me. . . But hate you. . .?" Her voice wavered, she almost seemed sorry for him. That, love. That soft sympathy filled reply made his fists clench in anger. Why?! Why was she so kind to him, when he ruins her being?! He would never know, nor did he want to know. He never trusted, and he never would. "Because, my dear," He whispered quietly kneeling in front of her as she began to stand. He took her hands in his, his own body not cooperating with him, but he didn't mind now. "You are a beautiful lie. . . And I? I am the painful truth. . ." His distorted mouth twisted into a maniac grin his true self showing as he grabbed one of the blue birds. The blue bird instantly died in his hands, withering softly into nothingness. Life looked up at him as he stood, much taller than she. "Why. . .?" She fell to her knees as the tears flowed down into her hands. It made his heart twist and hurt as he turned his back to her. "I. . . I didn't choose this. . . It is. The way it is." He said softly his footsteps resounding down the black hall as he dissapeared. He wished he could, but he would never be able to show her, the true love she deserved.