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Isabella wouldn't ask for anything else, for she has all that she needs right here beside her.
As she arrives to their usual meeting spot, she sees the love of her life, Leslie, already there. He had brought his guitar with him like the usual, while he sat himself on the soft green pasture. It's just a thing that they do every weekend at night.
Young Isabella takes her legs to him as fast as she could. The two shared a smile before looking up at the gorgeous night sky. I sigh at the two.
"You know something, Leslie?"
"What is it?"
"I wish we were together forever!"
As she says this with much enthusiasm, I fear for the child. Believe it or not, I was scared for the both of them. For I fear for the day when they would find out what I've done. If it helps in any way, I'm sorry. But then again, this is my job.
Now, these parts are the most painful for me. They would laugh and smile, (or in some cases, they'd cry or keep silent) making memories until the end of time itself. I sigh once more, then take a glance at my rusty gold pocket watch. After all this time, it's still working. Someone's time is coming up.
When I looked away, Leslie began to strum. Isabella closed her eyes, her heart dancing along to his tune. They began to hum a familiar tune. They're making me feel guilty...
"See you tomorrow!"
"Same time, okay?"
The next day was one of my heaviest regrets. When the poor child received the news, they went and ran as fast as the wind could carry them. I saw him at the hospital. Nobody saw me. Deep in their minds, they knew I was lingering.
And there, Leslie found her. Attached to various machines and whatever was there, Isabella was barely hanging on to her life. She didn't want me to take her. But she was dying. And I am obligated to take her. However, I'm considerate enough to give her a few more minutes. Again, I'm sorry.
"I'm sorry, Leslie."
"Oh, Isabella..."
He took her hand and kissed it. With much sadness, with much love. It shot an arrow through me. It made me feel guilty. I hesitated before I snapped my fingers. And just like that...Isabella's soul is now with me. I'm sorry, Leslie. I really am.
As I exited the room, with Isabella in tow, I muted Leslie's screams as he was carried out of the room. It pained me to hear him scream. He used that beautiful voice of his to love Isabella, and I took that away from him. Both his voice, and his love.
