Title: And still.
Summary: you're all the same.
Author: jaseywantsthiseasy
Warnings: Slightly spoiler-y since they're just mentioned.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Book Thief.
A/N: That's it, my first fanfiction in the world of The Book Thief. I've first published this story for the challenge on WattPadd, but I did it late so I couldn't even try :( I hope you enjoy! (Sorry if there are any mistakes, english is not my first language.)
Humans like warm things.
Actually, they like to be warmed like their body temperature isn't high enough.
They don't want cold things. Like me, for instance.
So it's always a surprise when one of them is calling for me; jumping off roofs, pills, drugs...
It's like they are just waiting for my cold hands to grab them and take them away from this awful place called "life".
Or so they tell me when I take their souls.
In my entire existence (and I've been around for a very long time, mind you) I can absolutely say that I've never fully understood them; some of them are struggling with illnesses and they're fighting back, but others are just like...giving up.
When I take them away, though, they're crying.
They cry about how could life be so unfair to them and I can't say really anything at all. It's not like I could ever understand their logic.
I cried together with them only few times, because some of them grew near to my heart (oh, hell, yes, I've a heart. Weird, isn't it?) or their story made me tear up.
I stole the soul of a boy who was in love with a thief. I still remember how his hair shone in the night.
I cried for him, I must confess.
And I cried when I took the soul of the thief. But she was waiting for me.
She already knew who I was.
I've met various kinds of souls.
The kind ones, who accept their death and don't despise me for my job, the evil ones, who try desperately (and greedily, may I say) to stay alive, and so on.
But to me, sadly for you, easy for me, you're all the same.