#LastWords

Life is a delicate thing. There always has to be a balance, and human life is no different. Everything is apart of a fragile process that is the world we live in today. I, today, have been sent to this place to establish the other side to life. Death.

Death is no easy thing. It is not an easy escape from the world that humans once knew. On the contrary, it's worse than this place. But I am the one who guards Death's Door. I am the one who manages this strong current. That is my responsibility. Has it ever been difficult? Hearing the pleads and prays of humans, begging me not to come and take their family, friends and/or lovers away? Yes, as I said before, death is no easy thing. But I have been accustomed to taking human life. Their cries barely itch anymore. I feel less than empty inside. I did not sign myself up for this daunting task. The ones above did. I am merely an employee for the gods of creation and destruction.

And so today I have been sent down here to hear their last words. After I watch them, I talk to them, take their life and return back to the heavens. A simple task, but one problem. I can only hear them. I cannot see them physically or else It'll break the rules.

I cannot be seen by said humans by any means. Strange, I know but that was made apparent to me by the gods. I do take form as a normal human being when I first land on earth, though.

Before I am sent back, I ponder around my thinking quarters. I do not have a room. I cannot sleep or eat or drink. I cannot feel that stuff...