Challenge 002: Death

[simgaroop]

Here'a another belated drabble for simstorytellers weekly challenge. There are no spoilers for any of my stories.

Challenge 002: Death
Word Count: 127
Number of Pictures: 2



My soul perished that night.
Hurt by the harsh reality of his rejection,
the deep hatred burning behind his eyes,
and the crimson blood that permanently dyed my destiny.




I don't expect anyone to understand.
How it was his company what saved me from the shadows.
How I was brought back to life by the one who was supposed to take me away.
And how in order to survive, I've also become a messenger of Death.

For it’s his touch the sole thing my numb skin can feel.
Only his breath provides the air my lungs desperately need.
and it's his greatest gift, this hope growing inside of me,
the force that brings me back to the living world every day.



Isn't it ironic, my beloved child?