"Are you really tired from living, little one?"

You heard an unfamiliar voice, yet, you didn't flinched nor cared about it. Keeping your head low, your eyes blank like a void with your hospital clothes and bonnet that hides your damaged hair due to your sickness.

After all, you were dying. Your long hair which you loved, had already fell out out of your scalp, making your hair damaged now. You eyes that had a spark on them, colored like the galaxy that everyone compliments, had filled with void and only blankness can be seen.

Ever since as a child, you were gravely sick. Growing up, it gotten worse and worse until you can't take it anymore and got hospitalized. Yet it doesn't hurt you one bit. What it hurt you was, your family didn't even cared about you- they didn't visited you one bit, telling excuses they are busy- but little did they know, ofcourse you knew they were lying. With your step siblings, you knew they were living their life without you. You knew they just saw you as a nuisance and just waiting you die there, at the hospital.

The man tilted his head and sighed. He was a Grim Reaper, named Fol. Who has been living since ages to pick up humans who were ready to die already. Yet, today, he found this situation different.

He found himself different at your situation. Usually, he would just pick them up and nothing more, yet, for you, he didn't wanted to. He can't explain why, but he doesn't want you to lose hope. But he knew your sickness will just lead you to death so why would he bother to even do this-

And for that, he wanted to take care of you until you can't take it anymore.

He wanted you to at least feel cared from others, even just in the last moments before you die.