Death

You are two gods, you are different, but at the same time similar. Gods of life and death. Everyone loves you, you are life. You give people joy, fun and happiness. And death... Death gives only bitterness, which is why they don't like it, although the word "don't like" is putting it mildly, they hate it. The streets are overcrowded with people. Everyone is rushing to work, to a meeting, perhaps at this very moment someone's fate is being decided. Someone is born, someone dies. And everyone is rushing. Where to? No one knows...
It is known, but right now two worlds met on the same street. Suddenly life and death bumped shoulders. You grabbed the railing to keep from falling and looked back to see who it was. Turning around, you met the gaze of death.

• Excuse me, can I help you?
  But instead of hiding away, death said:
  "Life, I love you. I look at you and, worried, I feel a little shy... Do you want me to kill them all for you? I would do something else, but I don't know how."
  But suddenly people saw what was happening and who was standing in front of them. It is customary for them to be on someone's side. And having misunderstood everything, they stood as a shield in front of you and death. They thought that death was attacking you. Having decided to save their favorite, they dealt with death, throwing it into the bushes. Afterwards, they went to wash their hands of its blood. You went to the bushes and walked through them without a shadow of embarrassment. You walked, but at one point sat down on the ground and froze. Everyone would be surprised if they heard your words:
• Death, I breathe with you... I love you too, and if I were resurrected, I would do something else, but I don’t know how.