Oneshots

Oneshot - Invisible yet falling apart~ A Death God's Love

I watched her as she walk across her room and picked up her books and set off. I wanted to warn her, but her fate was not up to me.

I wanted to hold her.

I wanted to have her.

I wanted her.

I didn't want her to die either.

Today was the day of her death.

How much I hated the Reaper's clock as it ticked down to minutes.

I was falling apart.

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Flashback

12 years old - the girl

I grumbled, not wanting to have to guard a stupid mortal being for 10 years. I jumped from roof to roof, heading to the assigned mortal's house for the first time.

That's when I saw her. She was a girl with brown hair and beautiful chocolate-coloured eyes. She had snow white skin and a stunning smile as she read her book, lying on her bed. She was beautiful. Her name was Serene.

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I could prevent her death.

I could protect her from harm.

But I am a Death God.

A Reaper.

The helper of death.

I wanted her to live.

Yet I wanted her to die so that she could see me and love me.

I didn't know what to do.

Just standing there, frozen.

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Flashback

17 years old - Serene

"You're sooo plain for a girl. You aren't worth it! Unlike me and my beautiful blonde curls..." A classmate said, her finger curling around a strand of golden hair. Behind her was the 'cool girls' (more like b*tches) clique, which nodded in agreement.

"Don't you ever touch my Troy ever again, got it?!" The girl shouted at her. And the clique walked away, heads held high. "But Troy was asking me a maths question..." Serene muttered before picking up her thrown books and walking off in the opposite direction.

I wished she could see me, soo near her yet soo far. Because she was a mortal. Such fate. She couldn't see me. It was so painful for me.

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I hated fate. I always had.

I wanted to warn her.

I wanted to save her.

But this was the way it had to be.

It always has been and will be.

Her life didn't have any space for me.

Her life was about to end.

And I knew that.

But I can't stop her.

I'm suppose to send her to Heaven.

And then get on with my god-damm miserable afterlife.

How I hated fate.

I sighed and stepped in the streets, following her as she walked to her death.

Her death.

Pain.

Horror.

Cars screehing.

Cars braking.

Her scream.

Her blood.

Her limp body.

Her glazed eyes.

Her ragged breath.

The sound of sirens.

It's too late.

She's dying.

She's dead.

She can't be saved.

She's... gone from this world.

But not yet.

Her spirit was fighting to live.

Her spirit is dying to live.

She wants to live in this horrible world.

I leaned over her dying body and whispered in her ear, " Serene, it's time for you to go. There's a place for you in Heaven. I'll send you there."

Her spirit looked into my eyes and meekly nodded.

She saw a snow-white-hair man with blue eyes and she trusted him. She wanted to rest in peace. She didn't have any reason to live. She nodded. And with that, the man pulled her up and led her up the stairs to Heaven.

I love her.

Forever.

Even if it hurts me inside.

I don't care anymore.

She would be safe in Heaven.

Forever.