[ 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 .

'So?' 
 
'What do you mean so? Come on, after all this time not even a `` I appreciate it buddy'', just a so?' 
 
 They both sat on the bridge looking out towards the river, the sun was setting behind them and sky was beautiful gradient or red to purple. In front of them the river Thames. They sat on the railings without a care in the world. Just in their own bubble. 
 
'I appreciate it okay, I appreciate it a lot but I've told you so many times, regardless of what happens, moments like these will not last forever. You never seem to accept that' death said to the man. 
 
'Why should I? In this entire world people wake and go to sleep accepting things that they should n't, once we accept it, that's it, we accept the lie and continue down the road. Unlike them, I know I have the time to make this happen. That's why I refuse to accept it' he replied. He knew death would n't ever see his point. Death never did. The moments of Death appearing and them enjoying even 5 minutes were not enough. 
 
'I hope you do n't wake up one day and quit trying' replied death. 
 
'Well, well, well. Death has fears as well, who'd had known the reaper would be a sentimental being?'. He could n't help but laugh. Death did n't laugh, it just looked at the man with the grave expression is always wore. 
 
'Come on, do n't give me that look! You know, its means something to me after all these years. Gives me a purpose to keep on trying. I know once day I will crack it, one day I will achieve it' 
 
 His eyes light up, his mind fired on all cylinders. He knew if he could stop humans from dying, death would not need to collect souls. 
 
'Do n't always wish for dreams to come through. Sometimes when that occurs you can disappointed with what you get' replied death. 
 
'And thank you for killing the mood. That Death everyone, killing the mood since....actually, how comes I've never asked you how old you are?' why had n't he? 
 
'I have no age. I do n't know when I was created or who by, all I know is that I exist' came the reply. 
 
 Death could sense people about to die, souls that needed to be collected and people that needed to be guided to the River Styx. Time had come to depart once again. Death looked over the river and people on the banks, walking to and fro. Lovers, workers, party goers and then rest of them. Oblivious to the fact that death was the constant, that death was the one thing guaranteed to occur no matter what. People pushed it from their mind, they went about their business without giving it another thought. 
 
'So the time has come again for you to go' replied the man. 
 
'Yes' replied Death. 
 
'Well I guess I better get back to work' replied the man. 
 
'Why do you do it? Why have to spent all these years trying your best trying to save them?' asked Death. 
 
 The man looked at ahead. 
 
'They do n't know you, they do n't know the burdens you carry. All they know is in the end you will come for them. I spent my life not trying to save them because of the love I have for them, no. I try and save them so a day may come where you can be free to do what you want. A day may come where you will come to stay. My lady, over the countless centuries you have come to me, I have fallen for you. My love for you can not be fulfilled by these mere visits. I work tirelessly and endlessly so you may remain with me, so I may look after you as you have them. That's why I do it' 
 
 His voice was gentle and calm, at no point did his gaze break. For all the years that Death had known him, he had never spoken like that to her. 
 
 She moved her hand onto his and looked to the distance. 
 
'One day what you dream shall come true' she replied.
