When We Meet

Death - 02

I existed before the existence of anything. I am the nothing, the void, the cold. I take everything, and keep it for myself. Having found peace under the earth of a barren planet, I roamed under the land, taking everything I could.

But I should have never expected the peace to last, and I should have never settled, for when I ran out of things to take, I felt myself lose purpose. I suffered alone for eons — uncountable, and unmeasurable. By myself, things seemed meaningless.

It all changed in a second. In a second, something was born. The earth toiled and turned to birth a being of extreme beauty. At first, it was blinding. She had long flowing hair and eyes that glowed like the moon — or more so, and I wanted to see her. I wanted to watch her as she walked upon earth — my earth. The cosmic chances of her being born so close to me were so slow, but here she was. I could tell we were destined to meet. Yet, deep down, I knew.

I knew that no matter how much I longed for her, I could never find the courage to speak to her. For every time I attempted to approach her, her children would get taken.

Her children would get taken, by me. Because I am the taker. I steal, and make things mine. But there was something about her things that I took. I could never take the parts of her that I wanted to touch when I took her children. I would watch her breathe herself into these meaningless creatures, yet, when I touched them to take that piece of her, it always disappeared. I was destroying her.

I attempted so many times to at least catch a wisp of her so much that one day, as I watched, her feet left the ground and turned into fins. It felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from the land, and it no longer felt as difficult to exist.

But it pained me. It began to pain me more than when I had to suffer alone when she never set foot on my land from then on.