A Little Bit of Everything

Chapter 9: Platonically Sexual

"Papa of this world.. time line.. named me from one of the stars of the Constellation Orion. Everything started when I was three, on the same day as daddy's birthday. I don't know how long I've witnessed this.. but I have died more than five hundred times in this timeline."

"Before the Scenerio started, I was already teleported away from my fathers to a foreign country, and every week I would be teleported to a new one."

She buries her head deeper into his chest, her shaking hands clutching on the black uniform drape on his shoulders. He hates seeing those skinny little hands, he did try to fatten her up but she still remains the same. Her eyes are closed and her complexion is getting worse.

He holds on to her more, hugging her  tightly on his bare chest.

Shared body warmth could protect her..

.. Is what he thinks.

Completely forgetting that he's always cold. He's a reaper of his soul. His physical body is already dead.

But he feels so alive..

Nothing can save her..

"Papa isn't at fault here," he takes a deep, itchy breath. "Nobody is. Only those Gods that think they can control the lives of the souls they like."

She's right..

It's their fault.

"Please do me a favour."

" What is it? "

'anything for you, I will do it. '

"Please, in your next reincarnation, please be happy. I've always been wishing for your happiness. " She caresses his cheeks with her little fingers.

He can feel the lump in his throat. The child he's holding is barely breathing, and yet he can't do anything about it.

He can't shut her up, afraid that it will be the last time to hear such a dazzling voice. He lets her talk.. and she's asking him to be happy.

Can he though?

'is my body warmth not working? Why? '

A long silence filled the cold air. Only the whirl of the winds and the screams of humans can be heard.

He watches her.

He can't leave her.

Never.

This would be her last death if she's actually leaving him.

He doesn't want to be alone anymore.

In her shaking hands, with her last strength, she gives him a red dahlia.

They will always stand strong.. they won't die.

So.. why?

"Dah-  dada *huff* and papa *huff* would be worried *huff* that their little *huff* little star can't return*huff* home anymore. So please, tell them *huff* that I spent *huff* my last days *huff* happily with *huff* you. "

A bit of silence remains.

The hand that was holding tight to his uniform fell to her side.

She was smiling with closed eyes.

He waits for more words.

'why is it not coming? '

He waits for more breathing.

'why did it stop? '

He listens to her heart, waiting for another heartbeat.

'is-? '