So this is my first story in which the inspiration came from an image (I can't find it for the life of me). Please tell me what you think!
Death was an old friend of hers. She'd met him about a dozen times but he would never stay for long. Her family and friends went off with him and she never saw them again. He was here now though, holding her face in his skeletal hands and smiling the way only Death could.
"I've dreamed of you," she whispered, looking deep into his pits of darkness that lay where his eyes should be.
"I know," he replied, brushing the hair out of her face with a loving touch that made her blush.
"You never came for me."
"I couldn't. Not then. But I'm here now."
"I tried so many times to reach you. But you never came. I just ended up in hospital, time and time again."
Death pulled her into his arms and a warmth spread through her body that it had long missed. He stood in front of her as a man of bones, but she saw the man he used to be, the man she used to love in life and in death. The warmth was reassuring and she clung tight, scared that he would just leave without her. Looking at his face, she tried to find his human features, his thin nose, his blue eyes and found nothing but mourning for long dead souls. She placed her head on his ribs and wished the moment would last forever.
"Are you ready?" He asked tenderly.
"I think I am. I just want to stay forever like this, just together."
"Where we're going, we can be together forever. I'll never let you leave my sight again."
"Okay."
"If you close your eyes, it might make it easier. Everyone says so."
She closed her eyes and his lips of bone kissed her softly on the head. The ground fell away and the sky shattered. She looked up and stared at blue eyes and a thin nose. He was flesh again before her, so pure in the nothingness that remained, that a single tear rolled down her cheek, making him smile his unforgettable smile.
"Do you trust me?" She nodded and he held her close, unfolding the wings she failed to see and together they flew into oblivion.
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Collection of Stories
Historia CortaI haven't got much of a theme in mind for these, but some of them are rather sad. If you stop by, I hope you like them. If not, tell me what I can improve!