Chapter 2- one exception

But I couldn't. She was so young, so lost. I had seen her 3 times now. I should only see a person once, when they die. If I do see them again, I should be carrying one or two souls, not a whole street. This girl had seen things beyond her years. She had loved and lost too many people for someone so young. I just couldn't do it.

New words in the vocabulary

Of a shocked book thief

Mama! Rudy!

She wept. She bawled. She howled. I was surprised I wasn't carrying her soul. How could anyone be in so much pain and not die? She was dying on the inside, but there was no one to comfort her. No one but me. I had to help her, to save her. I broke all the rules, and knelt down beside her.

The first words Death had spoken

to a living human being

since the dawn of time

I'm sorry, child.

She stared at me, as if she had not heard words in 1,000,000 years.

"Do you know who I am?"

The book thief nodded, unable to speak.

"Do you want your papa?"

She sobbed harder than ever now. She sobbed harder than I, in my millions of years witnessing humans dying, had ever seen. The earth shook with it. The air quivered and trembled. Proof that there is nothing more powerful than the human heart, especially one that's breaking.

I made up my mind. I would break the final and most important rule. I never would have done it normally, but seeing the grief-ridden, book-stealing, abandoned little girl sitting there howling in the wasted remains of what was once Heaven, I thought that one exception would do more good than harm. For, how could a world where the was a girl with such a tragic life be any good. I know that the Holocaust shook many's belief in God, but none more than mine. I would have to make one exception to the almighty rule.

I would raise the dead.