~~Young~~

Chapter Nineteen

   She really needed to focus on something else.

   And right on cue, Death chimed in, “So whatta ya thinking about?”    

   With a sigh Sera placed what was left of her sandwich on her wrapper, shooting Death a half smile, “death,” she shrugged.

   “Aww,” her perfect little face lit up, and she reached a cold hand to wrap around Sera’s, “thanks sweetie. I have to say I’ve been thinking a lot about you too lately.”

   Sera’s mouth fell open a little but she didn’t refute her. It was better this way, better for everyone to be cheerful if these were her last moments…God! She really needed to find a different thought path.

   “Can I ask you a question though?” Death asked as she cocked her head to the side, her face scrunching up. She was obviously confused, though Sera couldn’t imagine about what. She was Death, what could there possibly be in all of existence that she didn’t understand.

   “Yeah…yeah sure, what?”

   “You’re in love with him aren’t you?” she blurted.

   To which Sera began choking on her mouthful of bread and meat she had mistakenly taken, “what?”

   “You look like someone in love that’s all.”

   Sera shook her head, “no, no I don’t think so. I hardly even know him, I mean we’ve only really had one night…”she trailed off.

   “Are you sure?”

    “Yes I’m sure,” Sera screwed up her face to Death, “I think I would know if I was in love.”

   “I don’t,” she said lightly and took another bite of her own meatball marinara.

   “Excuse me?”

   “You miss everything sweetie,” she said flatly, “I mean come on, you thought you spent all day yesterday in a dream.”

   “Because what was happening was a little hard to believe don’t you think? I died Death, I remembered very distinctly dying yet I woke like it was any other day.”

   She hitched a shoulder, “I know, but I still say you love him.”

   “Why?” Sera asked exasperated, “what in the world would make you think there is anything more than…than…than whatever you want to call is going on between us?”

   “A relationship.”

   “What?”

   “I’d call it a relationship, at least the beginnings of one.”

   “Death,” Sera grumbled.

   “Fine,” she huffed, “you want to know why I think you love him? Maybe it has to do with how you perk up at the mere mention of his name, how you uncontrollably draw yourself closer to him when you’re in the same room, how you haven’t stopped watching that door for him to come out, need I go on?”

   “That doesn’t mean I’m in love,” Sera shook her head, “just that I’ve grown…attached to him.”

   “Attached my ass,” she scoffed, “I’ve never been that way with any male, mortal or immortal and I’ve grown pretty attached to some of them myself.”

   “But that’s just it, you’re not mortal, it’s all different for you.”

   “Love is the same no matter how long your life is Sera,” she said earnestly.