Life

"Lifa, my dear Lifa."

A frail-looking young woman with pale skin and dark circles under her eyes was sitting under a bridge. Her thin figure could break at any moment, caressing her aching nine-month-pregnant belly with affection.

Life, or rather Lifa, was feeling gloomy as her contractor's stay in the mortal realm was prematurely coming to an end, and it would be the last time she would see her; she had become too attached to this human who called her friend.

"I wish I could see this small child of mine have a prosperous life filled with laughter and joy. I want her to have it all, whatever she hoped for," the woman spoke, her eyes filled with tears.

"I want her to grow and see this world's beauty and find a good, loyal significant other. Am I asking for too much, Lifa?"