Love Story Undertaker x Y/N

Chapter 4: This Feeling

I didn't. I couldn't die. 

"I wouldn't know. I've never been threatened."

She was silent for a little while and I wasn't sure what to do. Did I leave her to her thoughts? Did I try to start a conversation? All I knew was I had to stop staring. I was gazing at her beautiful hair as it shimmered in the moonlight. Why the hell am I feeling this way? Why this strange, pushy woman that will likely ask endless questions?

"Hey, Adrian," she said.

"Yes?"

"Did you know that I'm sorry and I apologize mean the same thing?"

What is with this woman? 

"I believe that is common knowledge," I said.

"Do you know when they don't?"

"Can't say I do."

"At a funeral."

I paused, but when the joke hit me, I started laughing. When I finally stopped to gasp for air and release my sides, I noticed her watching me with a big smile on her face.

"What?" I asked, still unable to stop the smile straining my cheeks.

"I like when you laugh. It sounds so joyful and sincere," she said.

"Thank you, I suppose. You have a very dark sense of humor, you know."

"I know. My friend wanted one too, so he told jokes with the lights out."

I burst out laughing again. I heard her own beautiful laugh fill the air. It was so gentle, but carried through the air. I tried to silence myself so I could hear her. I looked to her and saw a pink color on her cheeks and the way her face looked just now was like a vibrant child. How could one human be so beautifully happy so easily?

"The most memorable tombstone I've ever seen read 'I told you i was sick.'"

I flopped over backward on the ground and laughed again.

"My parents told me I don't have a sense of direction. I was so angry I right the house."

"Darling, I need to breath!" I gasped, still laughing.

"Did you call me darling?" she asked.

I gasped for breath and wiped tears from my eyes, "Yes, I suppose I did."

"Why?"

I paused, "I can't think of a particular reason. Because I feel comfortable around you probably."

"Adrian, can we see one another again?" she asked, watching me with those big (e/c) eyes. I could hear how nervous she was. 

"I suppose we could," I said, finally collecting my senses enough to think straight.

"Adrian, this cemetery is very overcrowded. You know, people are just dying to get in."

I snorted by mistake and covered my mouth with my hand. She giggled.

"I wish you could see how you look when you're smiling," she said, "I've never seen anyone look so happy."

"I could say the same to you...darling."

She giggled and bit her lip.

"I suppose I should head for home. I do need some sleep and I'm beginning to wonder what a young lady is doing up at almost two in the morning," I said, standing up.

"Wait!" she said, picking up her finished crown of roses and putting it on my head, "Do you trust me to do something?"

I nodded. She starting touching my hair, which made me feel anxious. I didn't like anyone being this close to me. I might frighten her if I react too suddenly. I took a deep breath and prepared to speak when she said, "Done. Look in a mirror when you get home, okay?"

I nodded, "What did you do?"

"Wait and see," she said, smiling. Her smile was so innocent I couldn't tell if there was mischief hidden behind it or not.

She reached out a hand, "It was lovely talking to you Adrian."

"You as well," I said, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. She turned slightly pink and looked down at the ground.

"Would you like me to walk you home?" I asked.

"Actually, I'm staying at the church tonight," she said.

"You live there?"

"No, but I've decided to stay for three weeks to get rid of the disgusting touch of Lord Brinks."

I chuckled, "Fair enough. Good night."

"Good night."

I waved and she smiled and then my back was to her. Why was I so happy? Sure, she told a few jokes, but the high from a joke would've worn off by now. This was a deep, lasting joy that made me feel warm inside. I can't decide if I like it. It feels good, but it concerns me. I suppose I can't give it too much attention. I took out my to-die list. And it looks like another human has died. This will be the last one. My shift ends at 2 a.m. I can't believe I spent nearly an hour with that human woman, (Y/N). I look forward to meeting her again.