"A-Am I dead? I died? How do you know my name? What is happening?" The child, Aria says. Shock, confusion, and fear written in her face.
"Sadly, yes, you are." How unfortunate for this child to pass away at such young age. I've seen deaths of all kind and ages but looking at her I couldn't help but feel pity for the child.
"No, no, no I am not dead! I-I'm standing right here! My mom is there a-and Hale. I'm still alive!" Tears flow down her face as she deny the fact that she is gone.
"If you are alive, child, you wouldn't be able to see me." I say.
"Y-You have no eyes! N-No face a-and all bones! W-Who, w-what are you?!" She demands as she trembles in fear. Fear of me unknown to her.
"I, child, am what you humans call the Grim Reaper or Death." And she went still.
BINABASA MO ANG
Afterlife
General FictionI've seen many things, watched them unfold, and their results. I've seen history made by mankind. History coated in blood. I've seen many deaths. Young, old, peaceful, gruesome, all kinds of death. I've seen all pain they've been through before taki...
