The Journals of Death.

Dear Death [From Daisy]

I know you'll probably never read this since I snuck into your office and put it in this journal without your knowledge, but I had to get this out somewhere and you were the one who encouraged me to write in the first place. You swore that it wasn't because of Life giving you a journal that you picked up the past time but no matter how many times I told you I believed you, you still manage to bring it up now and again.

For most of my angelic career, I always knew of you. I mean, everyone knows of Death, but it's only now that I'm realizing I never truly knew you. I tried to maintain a neutral opinion of you, since I hadn't met you personally, but it was increasingly difficult with the surrounding angels talking about your misdeeds. If humans have taught me anything, it's that I can't believe something unless I see it with my own eyes, but even in my fight to remain neutral, I found myself concerned about who this Death character was supposed to be and how the sheer number of rumors could be spread about her.

I'd like to apologize for not meeting you sooner.

I feel like if I had met you sooner, I would've been able to stop some of the things that have happened to you. Especially that time [REDACTED]. And that incident with [REDACTED]. I feel like, since I've known you, you've supported me more than I've supported you and for that I truly apologize. I want to be there for you, if you'll let me, and hopefully one day soon you will. If the entire universe turns against you, I'll still think of you as my friend. Although I can't say for certain if I'll be on your side or not, I will certainly allow our differences in opinions to not interfere with our friendship. I hope you'll do the same.

You take too much on your shoulders, Death. Let me take some of your burdens too.

With Love,

Daisy