~The Boy~ As I venture near a coldness I fear the very winds of time stand still a ghostly figure wanders back and forth a scene I'm sure many has seen before I speak up with a shaky confidence I begin to call it by the title we gifted it,Death
~Death~ I sense a living being in my presence a heartbeat that's not failing I turn around to see him him utter a title I never liked it but who I am to be choosy I spoke with a calm demeanor asking this boy why do they linger
~The Boy~ It asked me why I am I here I spoke up with my spirit trembling in fear Why do you take away what we hold dear? Why are you the one that comes to our end?
~Death~ I started to answer but I stopped suddenly whose this boy to question my very being yet I feel like my side should be told so I said I was designed to reap souls no matter what attachment they have I collect it's not out of spite it's just way the game was set
~The Boy~ I stared and consumed his cold answer my heart breaking thinking of the lost ones that matter I don't know why I'm able to see you I was hoping i could get answers from you
~Death~ I dont know either little one it's not your time for us to meet so go back and remember I'm not the enemy
~The Boy~ I left in a confused state having awakened from that strange dream how sleep is said to be close to death I guess through her is how we met