If he has seen so many people die; why would my death be so special to him?

The thought struck me alongside the first sun ray. Why on Earth would he choose to spent all this time -not that time was such a big thing for him- with me, to bring me a present, to show me he has some...emotions. Some care...some affection. Some of the things a hospital bed deprives you of and you wake up three years later to find you may never experience again, as the sand in your hourglass hisses noisily.

Out of all the people he has ever collected, he chose to bring me a gift. He chose to try and feel, in his own way, something for me.

But Death has, indeed, witnessed thousands of deaths, uncountable souls passing on to the other side. His vibe is frozen, because he cannot feel, and he cannot feel, because if he could he wouldn't be able to do his job. His hands are always cold, because he can't touch, not with the human sense of touching, the warmth of ones skin colliding with yours.

He had told me, this night he took me on a ride with Binky, that most of the days about forty thousand people every day commit suicide, which is really irritating because he really wishes he had a life to waste like they did. He really wishes he were human, or at least, closer to humans. He has been enchanted by us and that I could feel from the first minute on his white horse, two bony hands reaching for the reins around me, and he offering me an opportunity I would never again be offered.

The door creaked open, the hinges had obviously been damaged from Nurse Betty slamming the door all the time. But this time it wasn't Nurse Betty; I could feel it because the one that came in stepped as lightly as a cat and smelled of masculine perfume. I opened my eyes to find out it was pointless. Once again, Death was gone and I was blind.

Someone neared my bed. I started to worry as I felt two warm hands caress my cheek. I tried to breathe calmly, and not to enjoy the human touch -which I had horribly missed.

"Who...are you?" , I startled as I heard the man above me breathe slowly.

It seemed to me as if he smiled ironically, but I rejected the thought.

"You don't recognize me?"

I shook my head.

This time he chuckled, I could clearly hear it.

"I am your brother!"

*()*

HOW WILL I KNOW WHICH ONE TO PICK?

The florist sighed and placed his hands on the desk. He had to hold his nerves back and be a nice, warm and cheerful gentleman for his bizarre customer was there to spend a generous sum of money, but he just couldn't help it.

"Well, it's all about the message you want the young lady to receive. For example, we have got those very expens...extraordinary white roses, to express purity, love and..."

I'LL TAKE THEM. AND SOME OF THOSE BLUE TOO.

The florist smiled.

"Excellent choice sir..."

AND WHAT ARE THOSE PURPLE?

The salesman's stare followed the direction of the extended bony digit.

"Oh, you mean the lavender plant...well it...just smells nice."

I'LL TAKE IT.

The florist smiled even more widely as they both headed towards the counter. He wrapped the flowers together with a dark red bow and handed them to the dark figure opposite him. The man seemed puzzled as he took the flowers.

COULD YOU PLEASE LET ME KNOW...

The florist looked up at him patiently -or at least as patiently as he could pretend to.

...WHAT ELSE CAN I PURCHASE FOR HER?

The salesman sighed. Love. It could really drive a man insane, or at least empty their wallets.

"Well...you said you want to ask her out on a date?"

CORRECT.

"Then...maybe..." , he rubbed his chin with his middle finger, "Well some piece of garment, or jewelery might do the job."

YOU BELIEVE SO?

The florist nodded and smiled happily as the mysterious man hurried outside the door, leaving a small black pouch on the counter.

*()*

"You can't be..."

I felt my lips numb. He smiled again.

"You are probably still disorientated from the coma..."

"I..."

"You remember me, I'm sure."

There was someone else in the room as well. Nurse Betty. And another man, whom I didn't know but his aura was very cold and inhuman.

"I don't..." , I mumbled.

He started to panic, I could feel it. But then he suddenly stopped emitting a vibe, as if as he wasn't there above me. There was no feeling, no heartbeat...

"You know, she probably just needs some time." , the other man said. Nurse Betty didn't reply, but she should have nodded because the man above me seemed happy.

I strongly wished I wasn't blind, so that I could see the man that claimed to be my brother; maybe he was telling the truth.

Maybe he isn't! Conscience said.

But why would anyone lie about it? I mean, my family had long ago forgotten me anyway.

"Well..." , he stopped as if he was trying to remember something, "...Kathrine, you will probably be wondering why I didn't visit you all these years..."

"You are the one sending roses to me?"

He hushed.

"That was Stefan."

I felt terribly bewildered, my head dizzy from processing all these new information.

"Who's Stefan?"

"Your...fiancé."

I felt my heart freeze, as the man standing next to Nurse Betty spoke. Fiancé? Meant he to tell me I had a fiancé when I've been in a hospital bed since my seventeen? They were both lying...but something stopped me from disagreeing with them.

"He wants to see you, but is afraid you won't remember him and, thus, reject him...", my so-called brother said.

Nurse Betty decided to take the lead now.

"So, Kate, are you willing to see him again?"

Sometimes you just know you are about to make the wrong decision, but for some strange reason, you still make it.