His breath comes out in puffs of warmth. The room has to be below freezing. What stands before him should make his blood run cold, but years of suicidal thoughts push away that instict. "May I have this seat?" It gestures to the ground in front of him. When he shrugs, it settles in. "How strange. You stare at the face of fear without once batting an eyelash."
"When you don't fear death, what can you fear?" A smile contorts the thing's face even farther.
"Life. You can fear all the joys and sorrows of life."
Alex's Notes:
I haven't written in ages, so I felt like writing something short and sweet and simple.
I like this :) so true, sadly
ReplyDeleteLottie x