What the Moon Saw that Night

Outside, the moon shined silently as he ponders about him and his lover.

Their relationship was like the relationship of a demand function considering they are inversely affecting one another. She is demand and he is price, as her popularity status goes up, his must go down. She is a wanted revenue, someone who is easily liked by people, adored, loved and glorified while he is a measly cost who is seen as an eyesore and a burden. Both of them were a marginal, a rate of change, a derivative of the original function.

Those were his thoughts as he enters a downwards facing, parabolic-shaped doorway. Inside the room was his typical college dorm setting with a small bed near a rectangular-shaped window. Clothes were all over the place, papers and books litter the floor and diagrams, math formulas and graphs tacked on the wall. At the far-side of the room is a square root- shaped table with a young mathematician hunched over it, the young mathematician's back to the door. The young mathematician never noticed him, well nobody did anyways. He was like the constant of an equation after differentiation, a zero number.

He glanced at the papers tacked on the walls. There were graphs of a function, the second derivative test graph, a graph showing the relative maximum point and the relative minimum point, and a tangent line with a secant line passing through it. It was obvious that the young mathematician was a Calculus major. He glanced at the diagram of the tangent line with a secant line passing through the two points. It would look like the secant line was joining those two points. He sighed, he wished there was a secant line unifying him to her.

He glanced at some of the papers littered on the bed. There were exponential function problem and there were logarithmic function problems. He thought silently, she was an exponential function and he was a logarithmic function. They were the inverse of the other.

He would never understand why they can't be together. Granted because of their situation, but can't they try? He is as loyal as a function and nothing could change that. He is like an identity function, only for her and for her only.

He looked at the young mathematician invested in a math problem. He walked quietly and stood next to the square root table. The young mathematician did not notice him. He took a peek at the problem. It was a second derivative test problem and it was looking for the absolute maximum profit. He glanced at the young mathematician who seemed to be hard at work solving the problem.

He sighed and lowered his hood and tightened his grip on his scythe. He looked at the young mathematician once more. He felt sorry for the young mathematician who was busy plotting the relative maximum and minimum points on a Cartesian plane. But he has a job to finish. He was Death and he has done this many times already.

Death raised a hand and watched with sorrow as the young mathematician froze and fell down at the square root table. Outside, the moon was bright and Death could hear a baby's cry from one of the houses in the neighborhood. Death sighed and thought of Life, his other half and his lover.

Life was like a differentiation while Death was an integrated integration, turning everything back to normal. If Death was a graph, then Life would be an asymptote because no matter how hard Death tries to be closer to Life, they could never be together.

Death was wrong. Their relationship was not like a demand function, it was more of a supply function, directly related one another. Life's popularity might be going up but Death's popularity is also increasing, slowly, but it is increasing.

Outside, the moon shined silently as it took witness what just happened.

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Dedicated to Klo_Imouto and johnreycarstairs... Also dedicated to my Calculus teacher....

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