"It's time." she whispered softly, her hair swaying lightly in the air, small strands of it caught by a breeze that wasn't there. "He will be so happy." She smiled, lighting up the gold eyes that locked on the man as he lay breathing softly, peacefully, in his sleep. She brushed her soft fingers across his face, caressing him with her cold fingers, fingers that looked almost like fog as they passed over his skin.
I looked at her, taking in her appearance. Tattered wings hung from her back. Her golden scythe lay against the bed as she bent over the man. She put her arms around him, as if she were to pick him up. What she picked up instead was a ghostly shape that resembled him, weak and helpless. She cradled it in her arms, growing darker. The man's corpse stopped breathing and lay limp.
I watched her, as she looked back once, growing darker with each step, Death smiled and turned around, vanishing into the black of the night, carrying the old man home.
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