How many lives can a soul have?
The answer is countless.
A story about a boy with leukemia who meets a demon in the snow.
How many lives can a heart have?
The answer is also countless.
"Do you want to live, boy?" The demon had black wings that looked especially gentle in the moonlight. A feather fell, stark against the plain white snow.
"I don't want chemotherapy anymore." The boy slowly smiled. "And I don't want to make my parents sad."
"I can kill them first. Then they won't be sad."
The moon outside the window changed color as soon as the boy smiled, turning an unusual blue. The snow seemed to come alive too, no longer so plain and dull, but like white sugar. Whether it was sweet, no one could say.
"How will you save me?" Seeing that the demon didn't seem to be lying, the boy grew serious too. He knew he wanted to live. He still wanted to repay his parents, relatives, and friends.
"Give me your heart. I'll make you immortal."
[This story has a □□ style, danmei, umm]
