War

Life and Death have quite a history together.
They had multiple argument over what should live and what should die.
Or what should die and what should live.
Death mostly won.
Life wasn't good with arguments.
"Give him one more month"
"He has terminal cancer and is suffering, we are letting him go"
"I'll miss him"
"You barely know him Life"
"So what he seems like a nice guy"
"How would you know? He's in coma"
"I can feel it ok"
"Whatever you say" said the creature in the black cloak as he slightly nudged her.
"Don't touch me" Life said upset as she watched Death take over and place his skeleton hands over the soon to be dead mans mouth.
Quite a history indeed.