The story of DEATH
It was a normal rainy day, the sun was out and my hair kept sticking up wards, my hair normally floated around me but it sticks up when it rains. I was supposed to be going on a date with Mr Reaper but he says that there's a deadly plage going on somewhere in south Africa so he's going to be busy for the next few weeks.
We went to school together. He was pretty nice, quite shy, no one really liked him because they had a feeling that they were going to die every time he came into the class. He didn't take his scythe with him to school though.I've always had a crush on him. He's just so... so... you know... romantic, and what puts that little bit extra in a relationship if you know what I mean.
I'm one of those "Immortal children (tm)" so there is no other way I can end up on his door step except by asking him out and then maybe we could get into the deaper stuff...
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"My love for the Grim Reaper is insane! I can't live without him. But what is it ..."
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