The air was infused with the scent of gingerbread cookies burning in the oven and the city was glowing with bright colored lights. It was Christmas. Lucy was an adopted child and had only her father and grandma as guardians.
"My 16th birthday is coming soon" she thought as she saw tiny little snowflakes drifting down from the night sky. " I hope he makes me his infamous pot pie and roast turkey." she wished momentarily, imagining the taste and texture of the turkey while salivating. The clock struck 9.
"Why is he so late today?" she wondered when all of sudden she got a call from an unknown number.
'Is this Miss Lucian Alberts speaking? Miss Alberts, your father has accidentally collided against a truck and is currently residing in XX hospital. Please come immediately.' the man said in a monotone voice.
Lucy rushed outside, running to the nearest road, hired a taxi while desperately hoping her father didn't receive any major injuries. However not everything goes the way anyone wants it to.
Most people tend to blame unexpected events or tragedies on luck. When Lucy arrived at the hospital room, panting, almost out breath, only to see the doctor hug her and miserably declare that Johann Alberts died at 11:13 because of cardiac arrest, she did not who to blame.
She looked at her father, his face asleep , gently smiling as if he was dreaming. Then he entered. The man clad in black.
"Doctor, why is there a strange man walking to my father? Do you know him?" she asked.
"Miss Alberts, you must have been very shocked, to be hallucinating. There's no one in here except you and me."
"But...." she suddenly stopped speaking, when she saw the man lift her father's silhouette and kiss him in the forehead. Immediately, she fell down to her knees, trying to piece out a part of her missing memory. Then, she remembered where she saw him before, the car accident, the old lady, everything, everytime she saw him. The pieces fit together and the puzzle was completed. He would appear every time someone died and take their soul away. He would wish them a last goodbye before they left the world. It all made sense. The angel garbed in pitch black, collecting souls, everyone knew him but never saw him when they were alive, it could none other than Death himself. But what was more eerie was that his face and appearance wasn't scary or menacing, but incredibly handsome, and innocent, almost ANGELIC.
He looked towards Lucy, who was staring at him while sitting on the floor. Something was bound to go wrong when he realized he could seen.