Death - 06

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Her words left a sting within my being.

"Why do you think so?" I asked.

"I am Life. If, by your touch, you take what is there, then you are taking my very existence." She explained.

"But I want to be with you. I think you're the most beautiful being I have ever seen." I confessed. I watched as her expression softened. "It does not matter if I can never touch you. In this world, how can I ever find another like you?"

"You hurt me." She blurted. "And I am hurting right now. I am being ripped apart. My creation has begun to strip themselves of me. It's as if I am no longer wanted."

"But you are wanted." I said before I could stop myself. "By me. I want you." She froze and stared at me for a long moment.

"You... You want me...?" She asked slowly.

"Yes. It will change. Things will be better. Let the sun and ocean heal you, like they always have — but please... please visit me." I whispered. "Please do not leave me. I am so alone."

"You're lonely?" I answered her with a nod. "So am I..." she looked down at her feet. "I will not leave you. I cannot step back on to land, but I will visit you with every full turn of this planet."

And she stuck by her promise. She came to see me every single day. We began to grow closer. Her pain began to fade as she healed in the ocean, overcoming the pain her creatures were giving her. Not too late after, she became numb to it, since she had suffered so much.

I kept her company for when she felt alone, and I gave her support for when she could no longer give pieces of herself to some creations. Her children, that she called the humans, had begun to destroy everything.

My land was beginning to rot without my aid, and I was beginning to feel that my purpose was slipping away again.

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