Death
That was so close. Okay, I'll admit it. I had been following her around for a while. I just couldn't get her off my mind. I gave all my duties to one of my workers and spent the short days watching her. I had sat behind her during the movie, watching her laugh at the stupid movie. She had such a cute laugh. I followed her after the movie, and watched her eat ice cream with her friends. I stayed on the opposite street, at the bus stop. The bus went rumbling past. I had just hung my head, thinking about how I should stop and let her get on with her life when I looked up and she was staring at me. I froze, watching her smile falter and recognization fall over her face. I jumped up, my face still locked onto her pretty one, her sweet blue eyes boring into mine. I shook myself out of the trance and ran into the small alley behind me, my heart beating a million miles an hour. She wasn't supposed to see me. I plastered myself against the tainted wall of the alley and focused on trying not stay visible. Humans could see me, but they couldn't if I didn't want them to. Sometimes I lost concentration and flickered a little bit, that scared the crap out of many people. I had heard tires squeal and Paige ran into the alley, looking around. I pressed harder into the wall, even though I knew she couldn't see me. She shouted into the alley, saying how she just wanted to talk. I was about to show myself but her friend came into the alley. Paige was cute when she was all flustered like that. She and her friend conversed and she left, still looking back every now and then. Once she was out of sight I released a huge breath. I went back p to heaven and paced by my desk, ignoring the paperwork on it. I could tell God noticed, he kept shooting worried looks at me but because he knows all he knew I didn't want to talk right now and needed to figure it out in my own head first. I was the opposite of life, I had a job to do, and that was bring people to either heaven or hell. How could I feel this way about a human, that I didn't even know. Was it love? Could Death love? How could death, love someone he never even truly met? Was it because I saw first hand into her heart? I knew I didn't like her for her looks, I noticed her when she looked like she was on her deathbed. Literally. It must have been her heart. She was so pure and perfect. Of course no one is absolutely perfect. Only God is. But everything about her actions and spoken words captivated me. And none of them were directed towards me. A couple of days passed and I longed to see her. I had peeled back on the watching. It was like going through human drug withdrawals. I got nervous and shaky and I wrung my hands more often. Finally I gave in and followed her. Not in like a stalker way, but just staying far back, seeing what she did. Dedication, am I right?
I waited two, almost three months and after many conversations with myself and contemplation I decided to talk with her. She deserved an explanation on who I was and why she saw me. I owed it to her.
Paige
I thought about him often. My mind raced with thoughts of what I would say to him, and what I would ask him. As the months passed, and there was no sign of him I started to give up. I had just gotten out of the shower and was blow drying my short hair. Mom had gone out to the store because we were out of chicken for tonight's dinner. I heard a faint knock on the door downstairs. I turned off the blow dryer, listening again. Another knock, louder this time. "Oh," I said to myself and rushed down the stairs.
I hated to keep people waiting, it was always awkward. "I'm coming!" I shouted at the door as I walked down the stairs.
I opened the door. "Sorry, I didn't hear-" I stopped.
There was no one in the doorway. I poked my head out of the doorway. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
I pursed my lips, I definitely heard a prominent knock. I looked around some more. A piece of white paper caught my eye. I picked up the paper from my doorstep and opened it. It was intricately folded. I opened it. In beautiful calligraphy was a small note.
