The Crescent Birthmark

Dark

Death is certainly dark.

It's like being somewhere you can't open your eyes, because you fear of what's ahead of you. So you only stay still with your eyes firmly closed.

You can't move your body. It's not yours anymore. So you have no choice but to lay there or you can either run your soul away until a Grim comes to collect you to where you're supposed to be as soon as you're no longer alive.

But in the same time, it feels peaceful and warm for Aiden. It's somehow comfortable, knowing no one is able to bother him anymore. Life has always been terrible to him, he never expected death would be this welcoming.

It must be the coffin which is his home for the time being, or the suit he is buried in. Either of those, it keeps him warm and it almost feels like he is covered in thick blanket during a cold weather.

But he kind of likes the feeling.

It's comfortable. He loves it.

Is this how death is like? Why do people try to avoid it all the time?

Why do people make it sounds scary, when it's only so beautiful and peaceful?

Aiden could finally sleep forever without having to stress about his life. At times he wished he is the Sleeping Beauty, so he can sleep all he wants.

If he knew death would be this warm, he would volunteer to die sooner.

"You're on my bed, idiot." He heard a voice spoke to which he fluttered his eyes open slowly. He looked around, still feeling somewhat dizzy. He was in a room, decorated with modern designed furnitures.

Seeing a familiar figure of a man standing by the door, he quickly jumped out of the bed. "I'm alive?" He asked, mostly to himself with a hint of excitement. He touched his face here and there, checking his skin if he is still alive or he is only a soul. "I'm alive!" He grinned widely, finally the right time for him to do his victory dancing.

Jason shook his head in amusement. "Congratulations."

"Is he awake?" A woman stepped into the door but Aiden was too happy to stop dancing.

"Yeah." Jason answered shortly, not bothering to turn his attention to the wonan as his eyes were still trailing the joyful boy.

"You're the woman I saw on street!" Aiden said in realization when he was finally done. "Are you like him too?" He gasped, pointing at Jason.

"Yup. But I'm nothing close to an ass he is." She laughed. "Now that you're alive, you look actually very cute. I'm starting to think that the Kiss of Death is only an excuse Jason made up to kiss you." She pretended to rub her imaginary beard as she eyed the young boy. 

Aiden felt his face heating up, he is not used to compliments other than his dad's.

"Aww. He's blushing, look at him, JJ. Isn't he adorable? I know you think so too." Scarlett cooed.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Stop teasing him."

"What? I'm not teasing him. It's true. Come on." Scarlett nudged the man next to her.

"Yeah, whatever." He shrugged the topic off. "So he is immune to Kiss of Death as well."

"Actually I—" Aiden was immediately cut off.