This is a short story, it could also be a long poem, I'll let you decide.
Her smiles are forced, her laughs are fake.
Her love is not real as her heart bends and breaks.
She steps out only in rain; out with no fear.
She'll walk and stay strong as raindrops hide her tears.
Alone she will walk and alone she will stand.
Alone, she'll not talk, afraid of the land.
Death sneaks in shyly, haunting her steps.
Hidden, he has watched her, while 'alone' she has wept.
Then she stands and say aloud, "Look at me, Death. Now are you proud?"
With a gut-wrenching turn, now staring Death int he face,
she drops to her knees and pleads out her case.
"Alone I have walked and I've walked, as I must. This world is cruel,"
she pauses and looks at Death, "But this world is just."
Shes rises and begs, "Death, please let this be."
Tears streak her face. "Sir, I beg of you, do this for me?"
"Grant me once chance, a last chance to flee, and watch as I go.
Wait some time, a year maybe two; and when it ends, I'll come back to you.
This world is dark and frightens us so, let me find the light so other may know."
Death looks to the girl and ponders for a time.
A grin graces his features as he simply states, "Fine."