There was once....

It's holiday. NO CLASS yep. While everyone was having a super fun day at the beach, party or whatever I'm here sitting in front of my laptop and blogging, just my normal life :) and Hey it's the first day of MAY - new month. ENJOY!

There was once a very bright child. A child that would outshine the sun with it’s smile. When the child would go out, the flowers would start blooming and the butterflies would fly like they are being guided by a distant melody that was playing without any cracks. It was as clear as the blue color of the child’s eyes. The deep ocean of secrets was so mysterious and no one knew what’s so special about that child, but, something just was. Something about that child made you like the day you’re living at the moment even if it was one of the worst you’ve ever had. You liked it a bit more if you saw the child. It was, literally, magical.

The weather got uglier. No one out shined the sun with their smile on the streets. No one liked one of the worst days of their life anymore. The child wasn’t there. It was somewhere else. No one knew  where the child besides me. 

Who am I? You’ll find out.

The child was surrounded by such a bright color. White. Everything was white. The child was laying in a bed, covered with white sheets that looked like a cloud covering the child’s body. The pale face at the top of the bed didn’t show it’s deep blue ocean of secrets. They were closed. You could see every single vein on it’s face, that’s how pale the child was.  

In the room came a woman. You could see she was exhausted on her face. Her dried skin and the bags under her eyes made her look older than she actually was. Her eyes were so big and wide that the moon was just a tiny spot compared to them. They were filled with tears. She just stood there, beside the bed and let the tears wash her dry face. She just let them pour above her child’s head. 

I, known as a cruel thing, was devastated. I actually hated this job. But I had to do it. People know me as a heartless and cold thing, but this actually isn’t true. I have feelings also, but a job is a job. 

Someone above me gave me this order and I can’t say no. I came beside the bed and watched the mother looking at it’s child and she smiled a little. She probably remembered something nice.

It was time.

I touched the child’s heart. Suddenly, warmth filled my cold soul and body. I could hear the laughs of the kids that just left school. I could hear birds chirping and a river making joyful noises. I was filled with happiness, which was really weird to me because that never happened to me. I just left my hand touch it’s heart because it made me feel like a better person. 

"Do it!", the master whispered.

"I am your most faithful servant.", whispered I, the Death, and stopped the heartbeat of the child. 

The cold filled my body again, I didn’t feel a difference between the weather outside and the weather inside of me. 

I can just remember the sound of the doctors rushing to the room and trying to save the child and the image of a woman letting her last tear shed on her dry face.

The deep blue ocean of secrets shut forever and the sun never got out shined by a child’s smile ever again.