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!!WARNING!!
!! THEMES OF DEATH!!
"I loved them too, once.." I said, sitting beside the grim reaper in the falling snow.. rubbing my hands together to keep warm, both of us staring out at the impending storm..
"Why did you stop..?" He asked, his tone soft like whispers of smoke rolling across my skin.. "Don't you feel sad that this was so.. abrupt?"
I shook my head, taking a moment to gather my thoughts.."I mourned them years ago, when we first parted," I murmured, thumbs running across the thick, white scars on my forearms.. "We've changed a lot since the start, and now neither of us are the same."
The reaper was taken aback.. tilting his head a bit as he looked down at me.. "But your love was simple-.. Unabashed, and unchanging. Whatever happened to that?" He asked.
"Hatred is infectious.. it blooms from the simplest of things, and seeps into your very being.. It doesn't even hit all at once; And sometimes there can be no reason offered, other than because."
"Because why?"
"Because of how they looked. How they spoke.. Because of what they took.. Because they didn't meet my expectations. Because I simply wasn't good enough to meet theirs.."
The grim reaper was quiet for a moment, staring at the stone grave in front of him.. "You don't have to shiver anymore, you're not cold," he said.
"Death changes things."
Life was cold. Life was cruel. And life was bitter..
And now, I don't have to hide my distain.
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