I sat on a bench while smoking a cigarette.
Without realizing it death had sat next to me.
- It took you long.
I demanded the wretch. She snatched my cigarette and smoked a little.
- I haven't come for you yet, but since you're always so anxious and you think about me often, I wanted to stop by and say hello.
I snatched his cigarette and put it out.
- Even death doesn't want me. I smiled wryly.
She sighed and bowed her head in resignation.
- Can you at least let me rest a little? You know, you're not the only one who thinks about me.
- In case it's annoying to have to come and go. As if you want to hoard me with your thoughts.
- Can't you think better of god or the devil.
- God is very good at listening to selfish desires and the devil never gives anything without asking for something in return - I complained.
- And I must bear your misery. He answered, hiding half a smile
I took out another cigar and lit it.
She snatched it from me and threw it away.
- And you are also a cheat - he told me - your vices will not make you rush things.
Damn was death cunning.
- It's okay. I'll stop thinking about you., but don't forget to say hello from time to time, I like to feel close to you to remember that I still want to live a little longer.
- How strange you are.
He smiled as he faded into the shadows of my thoughts.
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