Though this wasn't in her place to do, black veins scattered on her arm. Her eyes darkened to crimson, strands of her blonde hair scattered on to the ground, her hand pressing hard on the side of my chest.
I cried out as I felt her pull on something in me, invisible fingers digging their nails into my heart. It hurt and my vision wavered, my body swaying.
A firm hold on my arm, Life pushed me on to the ground, my bottom hitting the grass with a thud. She continued on to touch me, the same sensation growing as I struggled to move from her.
"There's so much soul in you. Why do you have so much? You should at least be looking dimmer by now." Life mused, frowning a little.
I had no idea what she meant. I just knew that it hurt a lot of what she was doing.
Death's POV
