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Life and death, death and life. Two opposites that had no meaning without each other. Life meant nothing if death was not inevitable, death meant nothing if life did not preceed it.
They were both beautiful in their own ways. They both found each other beautiful too. Understanding each other, however— they both failed. Neither tried enough to understand the other. They faught too much for that.
Life was loved. She helped when she could, gave everything from the deepest of her soul, loved in the only way she was taught to. To protect, to serve, to fight.
Death was dreaded. She caused suffering, made people's lives more difficult just because she had the ability to, loved in the only way she had been taught to. To hurt, to scare, to push away.
Life never understood death. Why death was so cold, so irritating, so alone. By purpose, as it seemed. Why would anyone doom themselves to an existence without love ot happiness?
Death never understood life. Why life was so helpful, so kind, so social. On purpose. Why would anyone doom themselves to an existence full of distrust and fear?
It's not like they were assigned their fates. They wrote it themselves, by falling in the paths made for them. Their existences crossed, always. Life caught herself falling, further and further away from the fate she thought she was given. She fell for death. Not in the way mortals did, but in the way mortals did for each other. That love was for survival, the ones mortals had. But this love only caused chaos.
Death couldn't love. Love was carved out of her soul when she was created. She couldn't love, everything she touched decayed. It was impossible to love. Fear was easier, fear was comfortable.
Life kissed Death. Death ended Life.