The Boy In The Cemetery

Always Been With Her

"What do you mean?" I picked up the tea cup again, though this time I wasn't shaking as much.

"You heard that?" He looked up and I nodded slightly as I took a sip of tea. "Well I was just saying how you don't remember me" I began to think back, the way back to my first friend. They had the same color hair, I couldn't tell if the Undertaker was boney like the boy.

"You aren't...?" I trailed, my hands gettin shaky again so I put the cup back down.

"I am. It's been a while (Y/N)" he smiled, but this smile was different, it was genuine, not one of those cheap ones he always had on. I lunged forward, hugging him, tears filling my eyes.

"I missed you" I cried as I buried my face into his robes, much like how I had done to him when we first met.

"I've always been there, in that graveyard" he said as he put his arms gently around my back.

"But for years I didn't see you...." I looked up at him with puffy eyes.

"Those years I was being disciplined for letting it slip that I was a reaper, but I always watched over you to make sure you were okay"