Sunday, 21 October 2007
05:51:40 AM (GMT)
Who is the Angle of Death?
A young girl walked inside of an old worn down house, she looked about 14. Her
yellow eyes were wide with fear, but there was a hint of sorrow. Her skin was as pale
as the midnight moon. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders. She turned to a
man just barely in his 20’s. The man felt drawn to her, weather it was because of
her outstanding beauty or her sweet voice that sounded of a lost soul, he did not
know. She spoke to him, so softly that the wind seemed to carry her voice.
“Relax,” she spoke, “Let your worries and deepest secrets leave you.”
With her final words she placed her delicate hand on his chest. The young man knew
that she was feeling his heartbeat, witch was surprisingly slow. Then he realized
that the young girl herself was slowing his heartbeat. Suddenly his whole life
flashed before his eyes. Everything, from the first day of Kindergarten to the day
that he met the most beautiful woman, a woman that he will never see again. For, the
young girl withdrew her hand as he fell to the floor.
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