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First I was only chatting with him, but get to know him better later. Looked like being hopelessly ill for a while. Usually silent, staring to nowhere. Sitting alone in a empty room with no interest. And there was a day when Death came for him. Our usual, ordinary common death. I saw her and smiled because she would be a relief for him. And they met each other, in a small room, like a hospital shower. She started her fairytale talk that was a part of her job. But he didn't want any fairy tales, he just started to come for her, coming closer every moment - desperate and scary. His face was flat with no emotions. His good skin was interrupted periodically with holes, framed by white donut-looking rolls and showing the terrible black emptiness inside. He was a concentrated black hole only shaped as a human and covered with thin shell. So awful was he that Death started to move backwards. She hit the wall finally so was no more way for her to escape, but he haven't stopped. Silently they were approaching, sense of horror raising within Death. Holes pulsating, changing size and location [even scared me].