death

In this world, everyone had a power. Some could fly, some could read minds, and some could move objects without touching them. But you had no power. You were an ordinary person. Days and months passed and it was your birthday. You turned 18. There was no one except you and your loneliness. You had no one. You were depressed because you had no power for fun or a friend, until you saw death. You saw someone that no one could see. Death was cold, soulless, but full of love. The first time you saw death was in the park. A few days later, you were taking the subway to go to your university and you were looking at your phone when you saw someone wearing a charcoal black cape and holding a scythe. His face was almost like a skeleton skull: Hey, who are you?

he is cold but sometimes full of love