Epi One: "Yes dear, we're allowed to die"

I wasn't sure what my grandma meant when she said we were allowed to die. I remember how she sat by her favorite window, rocking her wooden chair, whistling the songs she said were played in her wedding. It was a cold winter's night and i was busy drilling holes into the walls to hang the lovely lanterns mom bought for Christmas. I can vividly picture her eyes that never lost their knowledge and humble acceptance of age. She was the greatest woman in our family, stong-willed and happy. Her faith and love never waned. In her funeral, we played her favorite songs and wore those white dresses she loved so much. I was young and naive and i had a lot of questions. And I have questioned death the more when she left us.

Years later, I find myself facing the full-length mirror i bought on sale, with nothing but my skin on. The temperature would kill me if i don't grab a jacket or something, i was wondering how people would talk about my would-be unusual death. Sometimes i think i don't deserve a funeral, all i'd hear would be those nasty talks about me anyway, i wasn't as great as my granny. I doubt it if people would have good things to say about me like they had in her funeral. I am just a pretty face with a beautiful mind and a heart of pounded flesh and blood. I'm not special.

"What are you doing?"

I turned to see the skepticism of Midnight's eyes. He stood a few feet away from me, raising an eyebrow, smiling a lopsided smile."You're weird, why do i stay with you anyway?". Then he walked to me, took off his jacket, put it over my shoulders and embraced me.

"What are you doing?", I said.

"Saving your life.", he replied.

"We're allowed to die, granny said so." He let go of me and pushed the few strands of hair that blocked my eyes, kissed me lightly stared into my eyes.

"You haven't been listening too well to your granny sweetie." he whispered and sat on the couch beside our bed and outstretched his arms, calling me. I sat beside him and he pulled me tight into his warmth. "What did i miss?", i asked, leaning closer to his chest. I smelled capuccino in him and my stomach grumbled. He chuckled, "You haven't eaten, i brought you breakfast."

"What did i miss?", i asked again.

Midnight kissed the top of my head, i closed my eyes and heard him say, "We are allowed to die, but only after we learn to live."

I opened my eyes, and faced him, still locked in his embrace, "How do you know that?"

"I just do."

"Not fair.", i complained. "Have you learned to live?".

"Yes."

"How?"

"Simple," he started, his face a few hairstrands away from me, his lips almost touching mine, "You taught me how. "