[ WP ] Death spared your life and made you immortal . Over hundreds of years , you have become friends . He 's been very busy with work and you miss seeing your buddy . You spend centuries attempting to create world peace , stop war and cure diseases so you can spend some quality time with your only friend .

Death refused to look at me. `` My career is over,'' he said. `` What's the purpose of peace, anyway?'' 
 
 Death unlaced his shoes and dropped them into the dumpster. He walked with a hop on the gravel road under a darkening sky. `` We still have night,'' he said. `` We still have night, and we do n't have death. How is that fair?'' 
 
 `` We still have death,'' I said. The soles of my feet feel like I've been walking for centuries. 
 
 `` Not death death,'' he said. 
 
 `` And what in the world is death death?'' 
 
 `` Everyone knows what death death is. It's the death no one pretends to want to talk about, and it's the only kind anyone ever wants to talk about.'' 
 
 `` People die everyday.'' 
 
 `` That's easy for you to say. It's so... boring.'' 
 
 Death sat on the sidewalk and picked gravel out of his feet and between in toes. The soles of his feet were already black. 
 
 `` What do you want, murder?'' I said. I stand in front of Death, but he still does n't look at me. 
 
 `` I ca n't do anything about it,'' Death said. `` I ca n't create murder. I'm Death, not the Devil. People have to want it. You've taken all the meaning out of it.'' 
 
 `` I thought...'' 
 
 `` Ohhhh, do n't get me started. Do you know how much death there used to be?'' 
 
 `` I do.'' 
 
 `` I should have killed you when I had the chance.'' 
 
 `` It's not even your choice. I do n't want to die,'' I said. 
 
 `` You would if you knew what was on the other side.'' 
 
 Death looks me in the face. His eyes trap light. Pull you in. Demand you to stay. But beg you to leave. Banish you. 
 
 `` You're lying,'' I said. 
 
 `` And you'll never know.'' 
 
 `` I...'' 
 
 `` Did you ever wonder why I spared you?'' Death said. `` Tell me.'' 
 
 `` Sure.'' 
 
 `` I spared you because I wanted someone to never see the other side. That's you. I spared you from knowing the one thing you ca n't know before death. That's the thing I control. I'm the gate. I do n't save people. I carry people across the gate. Everyone. Except you. You're different. You're damned.'' 
 
 Death stood. His standing was straight, as if he had no need for balance, or no care for it. He walked as if uninfluenced by the air. It was the road that made him snarl. 
 
 `` We'll cure death one day,'' I said. 
 
 `` Die.'' 
 
 `` That does n't work on me anymore.'' 
 
 `` I did n't mean it. And it never worked on you,'' he said. `` Go ahead. Cure death. See if I care. It'll damn you all. You'll never get to the other side without me. See. If. I. Care. It's funny, really. I will become you. You. I will be the alien in the world. I'll be a gate no one ever passes through. I will know, and no one else will. It'll be my little secret. I like secrets. There's a lot of death in secrets. Maybe I'll venture into other types of death. Physical death is so overrated these days. Hey, do you know of other types of death? Which is the best?'' 
 
 `` Death of the soul, I suppose.'' 
 
 `` Death of the soul.'' He crouched. `` Death of the soul. But the soul is already dead.'' He laughed. `` You ca n't die twice. They say you can, but you ca n't. That's what's funny. I like that joke. You can die twice. Look! I came back to life!'' He laughed. 
 
 `` You ca n't come back to life?'' 
 
 `` You ca n't come back from death. There is a gate. One gate. I have the key. You either pass through or you do n't. You never come back. Stay here. All of you, stay here. Have your fake immortality of the physical body. At least you'll never see the other side. I can rest with that.'' 
 
 `` You like resting do n't you?'' I said. 
 
 `` I'm bored of boredom,'' he said. `` Kill me.'' 
 
 `` Can I?'' 
 
 `` I do n't mean that. I do n't mean kill me. Kill me does n't sound right,'' he said. `` Death me. Please. Death me.'' 
 
 `` Is that possible?'' 
 
 `` All I have to do is give you the key.'' He smiles. 
 
 `` The key makes you Death?'' 
 
 `` How do you think I became Death? I deathed the last guy. It's that easy. All we have to do is go to the gate. I'll go through, and I'll leave you the key. That simple.'' 
 
 `` I did n't know.'' 
 
 `` Let's go. I'll show you.'' 
 
 We traveled, but not quite through space. It was like traveling through perception. The world was more revealed, and the gate of death was present. 
 
 `` Hold out your hand,'' Death said. I held out my hand. `` You'll be responsible after this.'' 
 
 `` This is n't what I want.'' 
 
 `` Is n't it what you want? You wanted power over death. You can visit me on the other side when you're bored here, too. Do n't worry, I'll be waiting.'' 
 
 Death pulled out the key from his pocket, held it in the air, and dropped it. But instead of the key falling, it hung there in the air. And Death fell to the ground laughing.
