` I was born to die, we’ve all known it. I mean, everyone is born to die, however my luck was on the side of death. `

The God nodded as he listened to the girl who sat in front of him. It was another moment, where she talked and he listened. It wasn’t unusual for her to visit, like she said, she was born to die.

"But death isn’t quite as bad as it seems, Ophelia." His attempts at cheering the young girl up typically never seemed to work, but she’d play it off as if it did.

"I know! I have my best friend here." Ophelia smiled brightly, her smile was kind, her eyes were sweet however swirled with pain. Death nodded, he knew that it was a sad way of life.. For your best friend to be the God of death.

"I cannot be your only friend, Ophelia..?" His voice was warped in an interesting way, a dark way, one that would typically send people fleeing. Though, she never seemed to care. The girl simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders,

"You’re the only one who cares," She expressed, before she disappeared once more. "Goodbye, Death!"

And the God was alone. Once more.

Ophelia opened her eyes, a shock of breath brought her to a sitting position. She looked around in a panic as she tried to breathe… She stared at the childish posters and the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, she slowly calmed down as she saw the the hospital room.

Empty yet again, alone yet again.

"Why won’t you take me?" She sighed to herself. Being so young and pleading for Death to take her away was a sad sight. She had nothing left.

And her heart slipped again soon afterwards, and she was face to face with her favorite friend.