Star Crossed (Part 1/?)

     The wind hollows through the the trees, blowing leaves up into my face. Fall is here, which means that winter is nearing. Life will so be limited. Reaching and plucking a small green leaf, the last one left alive on the tree, and watch it shival in my hands. The leaf now brown and wrinkly, having the life drain out of it. How I wish I could do something other than this. 

      I am something everyone fears, the one I love is what everyone clings to. As I am Death and they are Life; we could never be more apart. It’s cruel this world, I take and take from Life’s wonders, only destroying them, unable to admire them for long. I wish I could just hold their hand and be together, but the nature for which we are, we cannot.

Sighing, I continue walking through the forest. The grass under my feet dying slowly as I pass. Walking closer and closer to the stream, I hum a gentle tune. Something soft, and slow. Once I am close enough I kneel down beside the river's edge, and run my pale fingers through the water. The chill from it bites at my fingers, but I barely notice since my hands are as cold as the deads. I close my eyes, humming, and feeling the cold water rush through my fingertips.

     “Why did you make me like this?” I whisper under my breath. “Please just tell me why. Did I do something wrong? Is there anything I can do to become something else?” But I’m only met by the hollowing of the wind and the rushing sounds of the stream. I start humming again, different tune this time. More mournful, more sorrowful. My thoughts drift from one thing to the next, like this tide of muddy water, nothing really clear, but enough to make sense of it.

     “Hello Death. What are you doing?” A smooth, and gentle voice that worms its way into my ears, breaking my thoughts. I could never forget their voice.

     “Hello Life. I’m just enjoying this quiet, little forest,” my words come out just above a whisper and the wind threatens to take my words away. I hear the steps and take a small glance over my shoulder, only catching their feet and the grass and flowers sprouting to life. They sit down beside me.

     “I’ve been looking for you, why have you been avoiding me?” I can feel their pleading, beautiful eyes on me.

     “I haven’t,” I whisper, knowing that I’m lying.

     They sigh, “Then why haven’t I been able to find you?”

"Maybe you haven't been looking hard enough," I half mutter to myself and notice the tone of annoyance in my voice. Shit, why did I say it like that? "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

I'm avoiding eye contact as much as I possibly can, but they gently lift my head so our eyes meet. I can feel my face and ears burn as they turn red. Their beautiful green eyes sparkle, and their dark skin like the colour of the earth. They are the most ethereal being of beauty I've ever set my eyes on. I can't help by fall a little more in love with them.

"How about we take a walk, then?" Their voice sparks butterflies in my stomach.

"Alright, let's go then."