A lady in cream knee high dress was standing under the mellow oak tree with her hands playing with a white rose's petals. She is gazing at the crowd of people gathering around a casket, making comments to herself, something along the lines of;
"Who the hell is that?"
"I didn't know him???"
"Why is she here?"
"Those were fake tears."
She moved towards the crowd, slowly and deliberately, as if trying not to scare anyone with her presence. She looked at her mother, who has silent tears down her beautiful face. And her eyes grew sad at that sight. She looked at her father, who's eyes were tired and he have tearstain on his handsome face. She also want to cry again.
"It's okay, you know. You can cry." A guy about her age, in his twentieth age, stand beside her and say. He wore a black leather jacket with black undershirt, along with dark jeans. His face was a very handsome one, the kind of people that have face of a Greek god. His teeth were glinting in the sunlight when he speaks, everything about him is beautifully crafted except for his eyes. His eyes were an emotionless black pool of torture, a bottomless pit of suffering in it. She studied his face, his appearance and thought of his words carefully before replying. She grinned, though that grin did not seem to reach her eyes.
"Why don't you cry for me?" He rolled his eyes heavenward.
"I don't do emotions." He said simply.
"Huh, I figured that out. It's worth a shot, though." They stand in silent after that, just taking in the dull mood at the cemetery. Her eyes were still trained at her parents after awhile. And then she speaks.
"I don't happen to know you, aren't I?" She said uncertainly.
"I don't think so."
"Then, why does your face look so familiar?" She mused to herself.
"Do you like me?" He asked her, she just arched her eyebrow.
"Oh. Let me rephrase that, do you like what you look when you look at me? Not necessarily me, me, you know."
"Oh. Yes, yes I do. So very much, you're a very handsome person." She say smiling.
"Well, then. I believe that means we've never met before. I'm not a 'person'." He say calmly.
"Are you....are you going to take me somewhere, now? You're.....Death, right?"
"You know, for a lady who just died, you're surprisingly calm. Come, we have much to discuss." He say, leading her out of the cemetery.
// Inspiration; "Death is a cool guy."
// Finished; June 27, 2016
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He, She.
Short Story"I saw them both today. They do, too. They saw me with their eyes. I, with a saw. I saw them both today. Her, on that beautiful face. Him, on his treacherous throat. It was hard sawing through their skins. They have thick skin." ...
