Story time! I don’t think reading about how I wasting my time at the café would be any fun and since the guy was busy doing something (his job) that he had no spare time to tell me about his life and I kind of had to make sure that it was really him so I guess I would sit my ass there all day until he noticed me reading the same comic over and over until he talked to me, so…story time!
This story…is a story about how I met my friend Kat. Kat was also a grim reaper but she was younger than me but I couldn’t remember how much. The first time I met Kat was not when she was a grim reaper but a human, though she would not remember it but I did.
The thing about Kat was she always knew she was going to die when she was a mortal. Knowing you were going to die soon was not a gift, it was a curse. Kat had to lived with that and I guessed it was not fun at all, no matter how much she smiled when someone was around her.
She always wore white, walking barefoot near where she lived even though a lot of people told her not to. I knew this because three months before she moved to where I lived, I came to her place because I need to see someone.
The person I need to see lived six doors next to Kat. He was a happy old man, always smiled when I visited him. One time before I knocked the old man's door, Kat walked by, smiling at me.
“Hi,” She said.
“Hi,” I said back, she just smiled then began to walk again. I looked at her feet annoyingly, knowing that the floor was not that clean no matter how much people tended to believe, I said,
“You know that you’re supposed to wear shoes, right? Slippers or something?”
“Yeah, but what’s the point?”
“Uhhh, I don’t know? To not make your feet dirty? To protect the germs getting in your feet?” Kat looked up, crossing her arms. “You didn’t really believe that, do you?”
“Well, I do believe that; wearing no shoes giving you a chance to step on something, hurting yourself then getting the germs inside your wound.” Kat raised her eyebrow then shook her head.
“That was like some kid’s argument.”
I shrugged, “That’s why kids are healthy.”
Kat stopped smiling. She looked out at the windows along the hallway. A small gust of wind blew through the small space of the broken window then she turned her head back to me, saying,
“Last year I was a kid, I was young…I am young and I am not healthy but that does not matter, I’m going to die soon anyway.”
She gave me one tight-lipped smile before she turned her back from me, walking back to her patient room.
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