Hello, this is a typhoon. Just posted a story for the first time. I'm very excited. I was working to submit a short story to a teacher, not more than 10 and a half pages long.

A4 

So I did my best and didn't want it to end so I posted it for you to read.

This story is the story of the angel of death and the girl who saw the angel of death. She started seeing "him" since her mother died. What will happen next? Please read it.

I plan to continue writing the novel if this short story is sufficiently popular. Anyway, please follow me and don't forget to send your comments.

The sound of footsteps in the hospital was always deafening, no matter which part of the hospital I walked. But I could only hear my footsteps in this chaotic silence.

I'm following a man. But he did not walk, but instead moved forward. He wore a torn black cloth that covered his feet, long sleeves covering his wrists, and a hood. He also radiated a black aura that I could feel cold vapors as I approached him.

He kept moving straight, no one saw him. And no one walked into him. If he gets close to the person walking, he will just walk away. While I had to walk away from all the doctors Several patients and wheelchairs

And then he stopped in front of the room.

ICU 6

I stopped and looked through the window and saw an old man near death. He could hardly breathe. But his heart was still beating. The surgeon looked panicked. But he tried to regain consciousness in order to save the man's life.

At that moment, I closed my eyes and concentrated. I looked at the old man's lifespan. He only had 5 minutes left. Before he leaves this world

I turned to look at him. Even though we were standing next to each other, I still couldn't see his face at that moment. He raised his hand. The sleeves fell slightly. It revealed a white skeletal hand peeking out from the end of the cloth. The finger bones were long and slender, looking beautiful but very lifeless.

“Don't think you'll get his soul,” I muttered arrogantly. I scanned my eyes for life. Thinking that the white chrysanthemum tree might work, I concentrated. Then pull out the lifespan of the tree.

10 days

24 months

3 years

I gathered up 3 years of lifespan and passed it on to that old man. His heart beat normally. The breathing rate stabilized and the doctors breathed a sigh of relief. I grinned slightly and glanced at the chrysanthemum tree, its white flowers now withered and turning a dark brown. Its stem was rotten and curved downwards.

That tree is dead.

I looked up at him. He turned towards me slightly, allowing me to see bits of his face beneath the long hood.

No, I didn't see any. He had no face, just a bare jaw and teeth.

“I defeated you,” I said in a calm voice. He didn't answer. After a moment, he disappeared into thin air. It's like melting into the shadows of the light.

I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. I will never forget what he did to me. 2 years ago, my mother who was so kind and important to me more than anything. Instead, I ended up getting sick and dying. At that time, he was standing next to me.

That was the first time I saw him with this lifespan. I saw him change his soul into a white butterfly and take off before my eyes. I always tried to block him, beat him one step further. Don't let him kill anyone again. But I feel like I've never succeeded.

Why?

Several days later

I sat swinging my feet in a chair waiting to receive medicine in the maternity ward of my old hospital. I always change places when I get tired of the circular route I've walked. Today, I still haven't seen him. Plus the children here are very cute. They waved at me and pulled me by the arm to play with them. I didn't realize it until

“Hide, please give me directions! Please give me directions!!”

“Oh!”

A woman's small shriek sounded until everyone turned to see two nurses pushing a patient's bed in a hurry, shouting for directions along the way.

Behind him was a man running breathlessly. He was covered in sweat and his expression was extremely frightened. When that pregnant woman entered the delivery room The man walked back and forth in front of the room, breathing heavily and struggling at the door like it was about to peel off.

Finally, he gave up and came to sit calmly on the bench in the front of the room. I sat not far away from him, but he didn't seem interested in me. After 10 minutes, no one still came out of the room, so I walked over to check on the medical team. They looked serious and anxious, which made me know right away.

That woman is in danger.

A cold sensation ran down his spine. I looked around. Looking down the corridor for a while, I finally saw him.

When I looked at that woman's lifespan, In 2 minutes she will be dead.

I looked around for a creature whose lifespan I could extend to this girl.

do not have

There were no trees, nothing but me, the medical team and...........that man.

At this time, my hands were shaking. There were only confused thoughts in my head, was I thinking of taking away his life like that? Would he meet his death sooner?

Suddenly I felt like my heart would stop. And the life I led before was like this. I personally killed and took their lives.

I'm the angel of death, not him.

I could hardly stand there when I found out the truth. But then he moved, slowly breaking into the delivery room. I was terrified so I could only cling to the mirror and watch him walk towards the bed. Beside the woman, he raised his hand.

and gathered up the lifespan

My eyes widened. He slowly let his life fall on that woman. But it only lasted for half an hour and he withdrew slightly and stood there watching her.

Thirty minutes later, the baby was born.

The man who sat holding his temples for 40 minutes I got up when I heard a child crying. He rushed into the hospital bed, crying and laughing. He rubbed his baby's head and squeezed his beloved wife's hand tightly, but she looked at him with a blank expression. She pulled the baby to her and kissed his forehead lightly. The child smiled slightly.

And her life is running out.

Amidst the man's cries The medical team stood in silent mourning. He is the angel of death. Slowly turn around and come out. The moment he raised his head, I saw him.

For the first 5 seconds I saw a white skull. Deep hollowed eye sockets and white teeth that grinned at me menacingly, but then his head kept changing. Uncle cuts wood next to the house. Black dog, stray dog, Crow, a thief. Nong Baicha is a big mischievous child.

Mother...and that woman before changing back into a skull as before. Those faces were all my dead acquaintances. Then he dissolved into the darkness. Leave me alone in the silence

“Where are the chrysanthemums you secretly planted?” one nurse said.

“Oh, I don't want to talk about it. Actually, in the morning I still saw it in good condition, but when I cut it out and used it. That flower just withered and died,” another nurse said angrily.

“Anyway, you will cut it and think that someone has cut in front of you.”

“Are you crazy? They have completely different meanings!” she shouted before quickly walking away.

“Ah...I know...” Standing on the walkway in front of the delivery room crying, I actually never helped anyone. I've never defeated him. No matter what, everyone must die.

Life is very short. Death is eternal.

In the end, the angel of death is the one who extends life.

Who said he was cruel? Using a sickle in one hand to brutally cut a person's soul, but in the other hand holding one's lifespan to extend one's life for some purpose.

I walked out quietly. Stroking the cool railing down to the ground floor, I turned around and looked again. I will never come back here again, nor will I use that extension of life again. I'm going back to my life. and use it well I may never see him again, but I hope.

If there is one more time that I meet him

70 years have passed

I'm so tired I felt like I wasn't breathing and the sound of the heart monitor was too soft. I must be so old that I'm deaf. So I couldn't even hear the crying of my husband next to me, but it was a good thing I didn't hear it.

Suddenly he appeared at the foot of the bed.

“Ah, it's him. We finally meet again.”

I muttered and smiled. He approached me slowly. But I wasn't afraid at all, the cold feeling when he approached turned into the warmth I'd felt before when I was young. He placed his skeleton hand on mine, the finger bones were so warm. He raised his other hand and began to gather life spans for me.

“It's okay, sir,” I said softly, “I know I still have enough time. And it's been long enough You don't have to give me more time.”

I told my husband I loved him for the last time. My voice is very soft. But I heard him kiss my forehead and smile at me. The nurse stood in the corner wiping away tears and I gave her a smile to say thank you. I looked into his deep hollowed eye sockets. The merciful angel of death

“Thank you for everything, Lord Grim Reaper.”

I closed my eyes, this was going to be a long sleep.

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