Chapter 2: A Helping Hand
Two otherworldly beings watched as the lives of two girls tragically came to an end. The woman was sitting down on the floor while the man stood behind her, hands in his pockets.
"What a sad ending," the blond haired being said indifferently. He didn't really care about the girls; it's just like how a person watches a movie. You may think the characters are interesting and stuff, but when the film comes to an end, you don't really give a damn about what would happen to them later on in life. 'Cause in the end, it doesn't really affect you in any way. It's only there for your entertainment.
"We should help them," the white haired woman said determinedly. She was moved to tears; definitely the more compassionate of the two. "Give them a second chance at life," she added, looking up from the window used to see into the Human World.
"I don't know," he replied uncertainly. "What makes you so sure they'll be happier a second time? History can repeat itself, you know," he said skeptically, while crossing his arms.
"I know it can. I just … have a feeling that it'll be different this time," she shrugged. "They died so young. Anastasia was only fourteen and Reina was fifteen. They had their whole lives ahead of them," she reasoned. "Life was incredibly unfair this time. I'm sure they would be happier if they just had another chance. Maybe we should…" she trailed off, looking up at him expectantly with teary, sky blue eyes that shined, a pleading look on her face. She batted her lashes and innocently bit her lip.
"…Alright..." he agreed, giving in, albeit reluctantly, "Are you sure?" he asked, hoping to change her mind.
"I'm positive," she said, a smile plastered on her angelic face.
Author's Note:
I'll explain who these mystery people are eventually. I'll give you a hint: THEY ARE NOT SHINIGAMI.