It was hard to see through the tears pouring from her glass eyes. She had just witnessed the death of her beloved.
It was too soon. This shouldn't have happened.
With her head held low she felt the ground rumble beneath her bare feet. She looked up in astonishment to see a tree raising itself from the ground. What's more, she saw her beloved within the limbs of the magnificent plant. It was not a mere manifestation of him. She could see the strength in his arms and the vibrance in his eyes.
The tree continued to grow, rising ten feet above her head. When it finally came to a halt her beloved looked down at her and smiled a smile so sweet that her heart filled with warmth.
Just as she reached out to touch him he began to fade. Not away, never away. He faded into the tree. He was the tree.
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Her feet felt heavy as they did every night. Her job was not an easy one, mind you. Never easy.
You see, she was only twenty two when she was given her job. Twenty two is not an ideal time for one to receive such a monumental task. This had been eighty three years ago, though, so she tried not to dwell.
As she made her rounds, all around the world, she couldn't help but weep. She wept mostly for the children.
"I should not have to see them for many years to come." But, as was her duty, she collected them anyway and moved on.
She was death.
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He plunked on the keys. His fingers were tentative, like they had forgotten. Only, he would never forget. He couldn't. No amount of blood on his hands would make him forget his past. As he grew accustomed to the piano at his fingertips, his playing increased. He soon was playing a ballad from memory; it was melancholy, but sweet. He could almost hear faint applaud. But that was silly. That lifetime was over.
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