Author's note: this is my first fic involving fantasy so maybe it doesn't make a lot of sense but bear with me hehe I hope you enjoy the story!
Introduction
The sun is timidly starting to get out of its hidden place, rising up high in the sky as its first sunrays enter in your bedroom, illuminating it at the same time your phone rings with the sound of a new incoming message.
You yawn and open your eyes groggily to take a look at the information the text contains, which includes your next "job" if it could be called like that. You sigh and groan heavily as you head to take a shower and braid your hair, making its purple color stand out against the black of your dress, getting ready to slow driving your car to your destination: the hospital.
It's still too soon for visiting hours but that doesn't stop you from entering in the hospital and move through the hallways full of nurses and doctors. As you walk by, you lightly blow some air, confusing all of them as you head, freely and unseen, to your destination.
This is your daily job, the places and people might change but at the end is always the same and even if you can't quite stand it, it helps to pay the bills and too much to your complete dislike, you're obligated to carry it out so you just try do it in the most pleasant way possible.
As you turn the corner, you stop dead in your tracks and quietly wait and observe closely from the outside of the room, almost hidden behind the wall, the scene developing in front of you.
Again, like almost every day, she's there sat on the bed, today on the bed of an elderly woman in her last breath. She's holding her hand, caressing it with a soft smile adorning her face as some sweet and comforting words come out from her lips, trying to relax and reassure the other woman.
You see her squeezing the woman's hand one last time before standing up elegantly and say goodbye to her with a soft "I'll see you" as she flashes her a last smile before getting out of the room with a sad look upon her face and ready to cry at any second as you observe her, following her figure with your gaze until she disappears at the end of the hallway.
You want to hate her. You want to hate her soft comforting voice able to calm and relax people while she caresses their hands, taking their fear away so they no longer suffer. Her sweet smile, her pale skin, her blonde hair and bright ocean blue eyes... You want to hate how everything about her is perfect, damn, even her job is easier than yours but as you observe her departure, broken like she is, you just can't bring yourself to hate her because no matter how different you two are, how easy or hard are your jobs, she suffers the same as you do.
You sigh, shaking your head and enter in the room, smiling gently at the elderly woman looking at you attentively as you approach to her bed.
- Have you come for me? - she asks you calmly with a soft smile on her face as you nod at her - I'm ready.
You hold her hand and take all the energy and pain she's feeling away, seeing how her eyes start to close and the rhythm of her heart slowly drops until its beating ceases completely and the line of her heartbeat monitor goes flat. You look at the peaceful and happy expression upon her face, bringing some comfort in you knowing she didn't suffer as she left. You take a last glance at her then kiss her forehead.
- Remember you'll always be loved. Have a good trip – you whisper into her ear as you see her body relax completely, exhaling her last breath and stay there until the doctors come to certify her death.
With your work done, you can leave the room and head off the hospital, waving your hand imperceptibly as you walk by to make everybody forget they ever saw you there and step out into the cold weather, being received by cold air hitting your face, obliging you to put up the collar of your jacket to keep some warmth in as you walk faster to your car.
- I don't know how you can do it - says a soft and feminine voice behind you, making you stop dead in your tracks.
- Neither I do, honestly - you answer tiredly, not bothering to turn around to face her. She's right, you really don't know how can you go killing people but it's your job after all, it's what you've been predestined to do since you were born. You're an angel of death and that can't be changed.
You keep walking to your car, not looking back for a second and start the engine, ready to leave the place once for all.
You don't know why but you really can't face her, you can't stand the look of disappointment upon her face or the hurt in her eyes knowing what you do, as if you were an assassin or something like that.
The day ends with you being delighted to not have coming across the blonde angel again at any other of your destinations except in your dreams as you close your eyes ready to sleep after a long day. Her angelic face appears hazily in them, adorned with a pained expression upon it, making you feel guilty and somehow, also feel the same pain she does.