"I'm sorry to say this, but your mother only has three hours to live as the cancer cells worsened and has reached the brain. We did everything we could." A man wearing a lab coat and a stethoscope hanging on his neck said. "No…way…" A young boy ran to his father and cried in his arms. The man is seen calming the boy down, as he also had tears streaming down his eyes.

It was heart breaking and sorrowful, having someone you spent years with and suddenly disappearing is something that could really change one's attitude and could possibly make a negative impact on someone. The doctor bid the grieving family his sorry, telling them that they could see the patient one last time.

She watched them with her cold icy blue eyes, leaning on the wall as the people pass by her. She brought out a pocket watch and watched as the time ticks, the woman saw the small hand struck nine and closed the watch shut, before putting it back in her pocket.

She stride over to a certain room where another woman lay by the bed, wires attached to her skin and the small beeping coming from the heart rate monitor nearby filled the room.

The blue eyed woman walked towards the patient, her long pink hair trailing behind her. She brought out her pocket watch once more, before shifting her gaze towards the other person.

"You have lived a wonderful life and had achieved the most wonderful achievement of all, a family." The pink haired girl said. "But I'm afraid to say time is up." she stretched out her hand, gently placing her hand on top of the other person. Just as she did, the beeping stopped.

Pulling her hand away, she bowed her head as a sign of respect and muttered. "Thank you for your hard work."
Death, an event where people had reached the peak of life or it's just another way of resting your body and soul completely. People thought that 'death' was just 'something' but she's actually a she, she had blue eyes instead of black and pink hair instead of the color of death itself.

There are no skeletons or any of that sorts, if you're thinking about the Reaper, no soul collecting. Actually that doesn't exist, but death does. She was gentle instead of forceful, soft spoken instead of brash, and was actually calm instead of haughty. She doesn't basically describe death in a stereotypical way, but in a completely different way.

Luka was her name, she does not have any surname or any other names. She didn't know why or how she became death, but only remembers that it was her job to put all exhausted souls to rest. Death couldn't be seen by people, nor could they feel her. It was boring she had to admit. But she couldn't really complain, this was her job.

Luka was seated on a park bench watching all the people go through with their life, the playful sound of children running along, the chattering of friends, etc.

It was a lovely afternoon. Death's eyes followed their every movement and noted how nice it might feel to get along with someone. Her eyes dropped to her hands, she hated them. Luka nearly chuckled at the thought. She hated how her very being is the cause of the disappearance of their loved ones.

'What would it even feel like to cherish someone?' She thought and gazed up in the vast blue sky. Luka exhaled and brought her gaze down and continue to observe the life forms.

"It is a perfect morning…" She whispered and felt another weak soul nearby. Death closed her eyes and stood up. Her pink hair cascading behind her, she reached towards her pocket where her pocket watch was located and opened it. Watching the time tick as she counts to ten.

Tick…tick…tick…tick…tick…ti-

"What are you doing?" A tiny high pitched voice called out, making Luka to stop what she's doing. With wide eyes she shifted her gaze in front of her and saw a small cyan haired kid, probably in the age of five, stare at her with her big sparkling teal eyes.

"What is that in your hand miss?" The child asked. Flabbergasted, Death closed her watch and stared back with her blue eyes.
"Why are you wearing all black?" Luka opened her mouth to say something but words won't come out, she couldn't believe that someone actually sees her, it has never happen since the day she had become death.

"…You…You can see…me?" The teal haired kid gave her a confused look and tilted her head cutely to the side.

"Am I not supposed to? Mommy did say to never talk to strangers." She said, while Luka felt something that she had never felt before (?), sheer shock.

" I-"

Luka felt her body throbbed causing her eyes to widen, the soul that she was about to depart. Immediately opening her watch, she saw that the time had already passed for that soul to rest.

'Oh no…'

"Is something wrong?" The kid asked, Luka returned her gaze towards the child. "I…Have to go." Death scurried away from the kid, while the teal haired girl stared at the direction where the woman had run away.

"Miku! We're leaving you and won't save any ice cream for you if don't want to head back." A middle aged woman shouted at her child. Miku instantly whipped her head towards the woman and ran as fast as her little feet could run.

"Wait for me!"

This'll be a three shot by the way.