Decision (4/365)

So far I've managed to force myself to stick to my target. It's a hard four days, but I can see my ideas pouring out, finally, after resorting to this byte sized story schedule. Hopefully this run can continue

 It sent a jolt into the man's heart, forcing it to beat harder and faster than when he was alive. Aranda Santoso was close to running out of blood. Soon, there were nothing to pump around. Thus, with one last grunt, his failing lung finally gave up. The young man stopped moving, his limbs dropped powerlessly toward the ground, like a wet towel thrown unto the floor had nothing holding up its shape.

 The angel stood, expecting the man's soul to rise with him. But nothing happened. He heard a faint beating instead, of a dead man's heart.

 No, he heard a faint but firm answer in silence. I can't die. There is so many things I have to do. I have to live, Aranda Santoso continued.

 The mere mortal got a mouth to talk back to an angel of death. His heart was beating, despite nothing going through it, just a mean to keep his spirit tied to the body. Yet his good arm moved, and clawed at the ground, as if trying to drag himself away from the angel. Nothing happened, but the angel grew furious.

 Throughout the milennia, it was not very rare to meet humans who did not accept that their time had come. Most of them powerful, arrogant, men drunk on legacy. Death however doesn't care about human legacy, no matter how highly they regarded their achievements. Whatever resistence those powerful men had crushed once they saw the face of death.