As she drifted off, Sarah was greeted by deaths looming presence, and the sound of the eternal clock he bore upon his wrist. He was slender, clad in a black suit, and stood with a welcoming embrace. He sat down at the side of the bed, “It’s good to see you again my dear.” “I’ve missed you,” she said. Death gazed upon the young girl’s face, “How can you miss me?” He inquired. “For I represent the end, and you are only at the beginning of your journey.”

Sarah exhaled quietly, and softly spoke, “you are my only friend, the only time I feel at ease is when I get to see you again.” The emotion filled her like a teapot moments before bursting with steam. “No one believes me when I talk about our meetings, about our conversations. They tell me none of it is real and it’s only in my head.”

Death placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I am as real as the pain in your heart, and as such, I am only known to the one who feels it.” He rose from the bed and spoke “I believe it is about time for you to be heading back now.” “I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t stand to be there anymore, I hope you understand.”

Looking to the table where a lamp stood dark, sat an empty pill bottle bearing her mothers name. He flashed a somber expression, which turned to acceptance. Looking to his watch, he knew he would now be with her endless company. Grasping her hand with an outstretched invititation, they went on with their way continuing their now everlasting conversation.