This story... Well, I'm usually not depressing person. But this feeling just came over me... and I wasn't even sure what I was writing at first. And I cried inside as my fingers typed out a heart-wrenching story, pushing out feelings I didn't know I possessed. So if you don't like sad stories, please don't read this. Because this is dark. As dark as tears in the night.
Prologue
I held her in my arms, and I screamed as the life left her.
The world was dark, and cold.
And I was alone.
The night was cold and dark. I stared out at the world from behind my mask, wishing it could be different. Wishing I hadn't been chosen to live this life. There were perks. There were days when I was happy, when I delighted in my power. But when it boiled down to it, I was still a Death God, cursed to take souls to their respective resting places for eternity. And not all souls came easily. How many times, had I heard women beg for their lives, men break down crying, little children kicking and screaming against me as I held their souls. And it hurt. I felt their pain. I know there are people who think that I have it easy. Some even envy me. And I wanna scream at them, "I didn't choose this life! I never asked for this!" Oh how I wish it wasn't my job. Because with great power comes great responsibility. But I never asked for power! I never wanted to be immortal!
And now, to add insult to injury, my love was dead. The lover, the only one who ever understood me- was dead. She had passed on, just like all mortals did. And I had had to bring her soul to the next world. And she looked up at me, and my face was wet beneath my mask. And now she is gone. Forever lost in the portals of dust. And I'm alone, forever.
I turned to see my young boy tugging on my robe, his white shelf-stripes glowing in the night. "Daddy, where did mommy go?" my son asked. I knelt down and picked him up, pressing him up against me like he was a light in a world of darkness. And in a way, he was. He was all I had left of her. "She has gone away to the next world." I said softly. He stared at me in confusion. "When can we see her again?" Kid asked me, full innocence. I was crying hard now, and I was thankful for the mask that hid my face as I choked out. "Not for a long, long time."
He looked at me, then I saw understanding dawn in his golden eyes. And I saw him bite his lip, and ball up his tiny fists. But he couldn't hide the tears that silently slid down his cheeks. And I hugged him tighter, trying to comfort him even as I cried myself.
We stayed that way for a long time, with the moon bathing us in its soft light, and the quiet world spread out below us. The earth couldn't breath. Because it was a sad day when two grim reapers, used to the blood and pain of the world, cried.
Well, you made it. And if you didn't cry, you have a harder heart then I do. I hope you liked it, even if it is sad and depressing. Please review!