Safe With Her

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Short Story

I felt like I couldn't breathe. My body felt like it was on fire and I couldn't move. The snow around me felt like fire, freezing my body.

"What happened?" I asked myself, painfully I moved my head around trying to figure out where I was. Suddenly, all the pain I felt disappeared. My body didn't hurt anymore and I could breathe perfectly. I sat up and looked around me. I was in a forest, and it was snowing. That's right, I was trying to find food for myself.

"Odd" I said to myself as I realized I couldn't feel the coldness of the snow anymore. Slowly, I got up on my two feet and tried to start walking. But my body felt so weird, it felt light like a feather. I almost fell on a tree trunk trying to walk.

"Wh-what?! What going on" I struggled trying to stand back up. I started to panic as I didn't understand what was happening. Why do I feel so weird? I put my hands over my eyes as tears started to fall.

"Oh dear child, please calm down. Everything's gonna be ok" a soft, sudden voice said. I never heard the voice before but yet it sounded so familiar and sweet and kind.

I turned around only to see a beautiful lady standing in a gorgeous dress with long black hair, she had tan skin and light eyes. She was so beautiful and being in her presence was so calming. It felt like all my worries melted away.

"Wh-who are you?" I asked her, though she didn't answer. She just looked at me and smiled. She turned her body to reveal… me!? My body lying on the snowy ground floor.

"Oh, that's what happened?" I asked and she nodded, "I see. Then, do I must go with you" she nodded again in response and then held out her hand. Should I take it? Do I really want to leave? I took a deep breath before speaking again. "Will I be safe?"

"You have to find that out on your own, my child" she said with her calming voice. I smiled at her as I slowly took her hand and we started walking. Despite her being Death, she felt so warm and loving. I couldn't help but feel safe with her, holding her hand.

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