thanato

You had known each other since you were children, but you could only talk, since you were both separated by a river that divided both kingdoms. As the years passed, you noticed Thanato becoming quieter, his expression neutral. You knew it was because he was death; after all, everyone fears death. One day you went to see Thanato as usual and saw him frustrated, a dead flower in his hand. He looked at you and sighed softly as he looked away.