A part of me began to hurt. It was immense and unbearable to the extent that I knew I had to go on to land to find out. I had to be careful. I could no longer bear the very thought of that cold that hurt me.
I began my decent hesitantly. When I reached the ocean, I swam over to the closest beach. I took my time, and I rested to prepare for this journey multiple times. When I reached the bank, I flew over, careful not to touch land. I wished that it would at least look as cold as it actually was, because I was afraid that I would forget, and accidentally touch.
I swallowed this fear and ventured in. The closer I was to land, the more it began to hurt. It felt as if I was being ripped. I had to stop my search halfway, and I wanted some rest. I remembered in the nick of time that I could not touch land, and immediately stopped.
"Hello?" Someone called to me. I searched around to come face to face with darkness. He stared at me with a soft expression. I wanted to say something — anything — at this moment but I could not speak. All those questions, all that need for confrontation, were all gone. "I've been wanting to speak to you for a long time." He finally spoke.
"You... You have?" I did not sound like myself.
"Yes. I've tried many times, to speak. To reach you. To somehow let you know I was here... but all my attempts have always been in vain. I have so many questions... so many things to say to you... And there have been so many times that I have needed to tell you, you are so beautiful." His words threw me, and my frustration at him for taking parts of me somehow faded. As I looked at him more clearly, I could see that he was not so different from me.
"Who are you?" I finally asked.
"I am the taker. I am Death." He answered. "I take things. I do not mean it. But it is all I can do. I can never go against myself, and I am nothingness, in whole." He began to confess. "Ever since you came into existence, I have wanted a piece of you. Every time you were near, I wanted to see you, and when you left, I longed for when you would come closer to earth again."
"I do not think it is possible for you to have a piece of me." I began.
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When We Meet
RomanceThrough the oceans, and in the sky, Swims a mermaid, way up high, Her hair and fins light up the night, A first fresh breath, through her lit eyes, But on to land, she can never come, As land's forbidden for the special one, For beneath the eart...
