Thanatos's wish

August 15th. The sun had long since set, but the air was still warm and cozy. As I stared into the distance, I could feel my long hair swayed in the wind.

''Goodbye.''

Just one word I sent him.
I knew right away that this would be the last time.

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Time was running out for both of us. I could always see 'it' right next to me.

It is said there are two types of people:
those ruled by the desire for life—Eros
and those ruled by the desire for death—Thanatos.

Most of the people in the world are the former, but he was unquestionably the latter.
Because I am his God of Death. His own Thanatos.

I was born the day he came to this very place to jump off the building. The moment I saw him, I was shocked.
Inside the pitch black eyes of a proper and handsome man was an endless abyss. One glance from him was enough to scare anyone away.

Something made me stop him, even though I immediately understood that the purpose of my existence was to help him take his life—Together with mine.
After that, we started talking more and grew closer.
He lived all alone and was exploited at work, so I was the only one who could have comforted him.
More and more, I was drawn to him. Somewhere in my hollow soul, the desire to live happily together with him was brewing, weakly pushing against my primal instinct—Death.

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The wind blew stronger. And the ticking sounds never stopped. I could hear faint footsteps in the distance.

“Hahh, hahh...”

It looks like he made it.

“Wait...!”

He grabbed my hand from behind.
Just like the cozy air, his hand was warm.

“Let go of me.”

Don't let go of me.

“Why do you always do this...?!”
“I just want to hurry up and die.”

It's a lie. I want to live.

“Why...?!”
“Because the God of Death is calling me.”

Because I fell in love with you.

“There’s no God of Death!”
“Why won’t you get it...?!”

Why won't you understand...?!

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Ah... No, please. Please stop ticking...

“Don’t look at the God of Death, look at me!”
“No...!”

I tried to shake his hand off.

“Ow...!”
“Ngh! Sorry...”

It's all your fault. You won't ever look at me. You only ever loved the death inside me...

''I never wanted you to be like this...!''

I love you so much, so why can’t you just look at me?

“Why...?”

Somewhere in my mind, I knew it was ridiculous to be jealous of death, but I didn’t care anymore.

“I’m sick of this.”

I'm really sick of this.

“I’m tired.”

I don't want to do this anymore.

“I just wanna die!”
“I wanna die, too!”

The moment he said that, I looked up.
I was on the verge of tears, the little smile that I could muster, shaking.
The moment I saw his relieved face, my heart clenched.

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...I see.
So you still choose that way in the end.
If so, I will follow you.
I was his God of Death.

A chilly wind blew. At some point, the warm heat disappeared entirely, leaving only the freezing cold of the night enveloping us.

“Then, shall we?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”

You and I, holding hands.
we set off running toward the night sky,
if there is truly an afterlife... I hope I can be your Eros...