Balance

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: House of Ghosts
This story is pretty short and sloppy, however I really wanted to write something and post it here. My motivation for my other projects is dead right now, and once school starts I will have even less time to focus on writing. I'm trying to revive it. I hope you enjoy!

Submitted: August 01, 2020

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In the Beginning, all the world was a stage, and its backdrop was a garden. As of yet, the garden still laid silent and devoid of any sort of wildlife. Only two figures stood at its center, surveying the shimmering blades of emerald grass. The first rain fell yesterday, leaving the valley swathed in a light mist of glowing dew. One figure stood tall and lean, clothed in robes of airy darkness. Her skin glowed fair and pale, crystalline blue eyes shadowed by purple bags. She stood at a distance, admiring her warm companion. Shorter and fuller, the woman beside her possessed deep, rich skin and smiling umber eyes. A crown of thick, curly hair adorned her head. Every breath she took seemed to fill her lungs and refresh her, and leaves of every shade and type clothed her. A twinkle overtook her joyous gaze.

 “I’m planning something new.” Life whispered, leaning close to Death. A smile blossomed across her face.

“I wonder what it will be this time.” Death grinned. She adored every Creation as much as the Creator themself, but Life’s creations were her favorite. “Tell me about it.” She beseeched. Death took Life’s hand into her own.

“Oh, you’ll love this one!” Life prophesied. “I will create all manners of creatures, those that swim through water, those that fly, and those that tread across the Earth. They will inhabit this garden. We can pet them and name them, and I will create a special race to take care of them. Humans, I call them. They will be able to walk and talk just like you and me, although they will not be able to see us. Won’t it all be beautiful?” She pressed her lips to Death’s temple. Visions from her imagination flooded into Death’s mind.

“Exquisite, dear. I will be more than happy to tend to their souls.” As the day faded and the Creator introduced the night once more, they lay together in the grass, watching the brilliant stars waltz across the horizon. They whispered about their plots and the wonders in store. An eternity of discovery lay ahead of them.

However, the Creator, as mysterious and unknown as Time, possessed other plans. As Life and Death rose to begin the day anew, still awash with sleep, a massive sinkhole emerged beneath Death. “Death!” Life screamed, clutching her lover’s hand. Death understood in an instant that she would sink into the darkness beyond Earth. She could not bear that fate for Life, who dwelled among the sun and rose daisies from the ground as she passed. 

“Don’t worry, darling, the day always begins anew. I am willing to accept my fate, for the Creator Planned it.” She reached up, laying a kiss on the Life’s tear-stained cheek. Life made a last effort to pull Death up into the garden. Death wrenched her wrist away, vanishing into the aether with a slight smile. She did not smile often. The sinkhole closed, leaving Life alone in the silent morn. She sat upon the grass where her lover stood moments before. Tears ran down her face. Her heaving sobs rattled the whole Earth. 

“How cruel you are, Creator, that you take the only thing which I ever loved with my whole being! I would bring your stars crashing upon you if I knew where you were!” She screamed. No reply came. The pleasant breeze could not warm her chilled skin. She clenched her fists, standing. “Fine! If you will not let me reach Death directly, I vow to fill this world with creations for her to admire. She will be there at the end and she will receive every gift with a smile until we meet again.” 

Life pushed up the sleeves of her simple, cotton, vermillion tunic. She sat down at her creation loom, forged by the Creator’s own hands, and began to weave. She invented creatures of all kinds, just as her beloved Death dreamed. She started simply. She created animals that walked, birds that flew, and whales that swam. As elusive Time progressed, she grew more daring and intricate in her designs. She finished her years of toil by creating humanity. She viewed her first attempt as a failure because while they were intelligent and capable of speech, they lacked individuality. They lacked what made everyone special.

So Life tried again. She put more and more soul into her creations. Each human was as beautiful, vibrant, and alive as the last. She created Free Will and taught them about companionship and love to try and fill the gaping wound left where Death was ripped from her. The more she longed for Death’s embrace, the more she filled the Earth. Eventually, it teemed with her gifts. Her creations began to spill out of the garden and into the rest of the world. She felt proud and trusted her teachings to guide them safely. 

The Creator once more seemed determined to undermine her efforts. In the world, humans found Suffering, Greed, and Pain. They met Death with relief. Like a brutal accident, Life could not force herself to look away despite the horror welling in her chest. 

Her beloved human children burnt and destroyed everything in their path. She raged against them as a warning. She sent famine, floods, plagues, every massive danger she could. She wanted them to see the consequences of their actions. She wanted them to remember the days of the garden. Still, they refused to listen. They crossed every line until everything around them, including themselves, perished. Nothing remained of the wasteland that was earth’s final extinction. 

Life walked alone, observing the chaos her wonderful garden and children became. It terrified her. Sorrow grew in her heart, but she could not blame herself. As with Death’s Fall, she could not deviate from the Creator’s ultimate plan. She wondered to herself if Free Will always existed as a pure facade this entire time. “Life.” A hoarse, choked voice reached her ears like the toll of a church bell. Life turned to find her lover standing just before her. Hope swelled within her chest. Of course, she was the last soul to be Reaped. She raced into Death’s arms. Oh, those final moments as they re-united! Life clutched Death tighter than she ever had, even all those eons ago. Their first kiss tasted of honey, backed by the passion of two never-waning flames. They did not speak at first, for no words could describe the violent joy ravaging throughout their entire beings. They simply held each other. “Close your eyes.” Death prompted Life. Both followed her instructions. 

When their eyes re-opened, they found themselves in the garden, just as it was so long ago. Life’s souls glimmered among the stars, reveling in their personal paradise. “Your gifts were so lovely. I cherish them all.” Death whispered. “I counted the days until I could return by the number of stars in the sky.” Life drew her love closer, running her fingers through her hair as they lay in the emerald grass. She could not find any words to convey her joy. So she smiled. Life blossomed once more for the first proper time since the Beginning.

 


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