Mondays finish the story:
The cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode. Death sat beside the only tree in the middle of the graveyard. The tree had no leaves and the bark was dying. Death watched with hollow eyes as the sun set.
“Hey.” Life said as he joined Death. Flowers grew around the areas Life touched.
“Hi.” Death replied nonchalantly.
“How’s death?” Life said, trying not to chuckle. Death rolled his eyes. He knew people used “How’s life?” in conversation. Not death- never death.
“I don’t know why people like you- life hurts more than death. I’m simple. I free them from their material vessel- their solid form- and allow them to be eternal. Yet they fear me.”
“But they don`t know that.”
“And humans fear of what they don`t know.” Death replied as a bird sat on his shoulder.
“Hey, animals like you.” Life smiled.
“Because they don`t hold on to things.”
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