'Oh, where are you?' You thought to yourself after checking out the last remaining hallway the Phantomhives have. He was nowhere to be found. Only God knows where he is right now. You wish he's just right here by your side. But that's highly unlikely.

You were on the verge of tears, misunderstanding him finally got out of hand. You wanted to make it up to him somehow. But how could you if you can't even find him?

All this time, he was always just there in the corner, while you tried your best to look presentable to Sebastian. All this time, you were trying to look presentable at the wrong man. You wish you could take it all back and just focused on him instead. Or else it wouldn't get out of hand like this.

You leaned on the wall, almost running out of hope in search for this Reaper. Exhaustion soon replaced hope and the feeling of emptiness started to sink in. As you repeated to yourself that this is all your fault, your tears managed to escape once again ever since you were with him in the closet.

You could still smell him on you. Your arms wrap around you, thinking that you're hugging him instead. But, of course, it wasn't the same. You need the real him.

"William.... If you're listening," you said, looking up at the ceiling. "Come back... Please."

Your legs weaken for the long time you were searching for him and soon, you found yourself sitting on the floor, feeling helpless as ever. You knew crying over him was a childish thing to do but now, crying was all you could think of.

-

"William.... If you're listening.... Come back... Please."

My body won't let me open the door. I can't bring myself to see her anymore. My mind says no but my heart says otherwise. No, Reapers have no hearts. That Seven minutes was the last time I'll ever use my heart again.

Weird as it may be, I guess she's right outside the room I'm hiding in. Yes, hiding. I didn't know what else to do. I don't know what to do when I see her. I'm scared I might hurt her... Or she might hurt me instead....

I'll just stay as far away from her as possible. Or maybe I'll just wait for her to leave and then escape. I'm afraid that my heart was beating so loudly, she might hear it over the door.

I sighed, changed my sights from the door and began to lean on the wall right beside it. I sat down, thinking about what to do next. I ran my fingers through my hair, panicking a bit, disheveling some strands from my perfectly slicked back hair. I groaned slightly, getting my comb from my pocket.

I remembered that she touched this. It was as if I could still feel the presence of her fingers on my comb. I bit my lip, forcing the tears in my eyes to stop. I'm actually missing her. No. I don't want to remember her. Not now. Hopefully, not ever.

I can hear her sniffling on the other sidel. This is awkward. I know we're right behind each other. My body felt at ease knowing this. I swear I could feel her warmth even through the wall. I turned around, placed my hand on the only thing keeping us apart, wanting to feel the touch of her skin again.

I was still fighting with myself, not knowing what to follow. My heart or my brain? I leaned my head on the wall, imagining it as her shoulder. She continued sniffling and I couldn't help but feel moved that she changed her view of me so quickly. She didn't want to give up on me. Well, bad for her since I'll totally forget about her.... Someday.

Especially that I know something about her. One of the reasons why I tried to distance myself away from her. It's almost time.

I stood up, preparing myself to leave. Yes, even seven minutes is a lot of time for someone. There are a lot or unregistered deaths nowadays and escape by window didn't seem too bad. I did see a balcony outside there so that wouldn't be too hard. What I didn't notice was that I accidentally bumped my left shoulder on the doorknob while I was getting up.

-

You heard a thud on the other side of the wall. You stood up, wiping some tears away from your face to see what the noise was all about. As soon as you jiggled the doorknob, you heard quick footsteps fading away. Your senses kicked in and you slammed the door open just in time to see William opening the balcony door.

"William! Please, wait!" You pleaded.

You ran towards him, hoping to catch him before he gets away. Getting him back was your first priority, it blocked all your common sense. All you wanted was to have him back. No matter what. You were just about a feet away from touching him when he jumped down from the balcony.

As mentioned, your common sense was blocked, you didn't have enough time to stop as your body sort of toppled over the balcony railing. The next thing you know, you were falling to the ground. You closed your eyes shut, thinking, 'This is it, it's over.'.

Then, something caught you. You opened your eyes and your hunch was right. It was William. He had an angry look in his eyes as he landed on his feet still holding you in his arms. His expression looked like he wanted an explanation for your stupidity. But it's probably acceptable. You knew love can make anyone stupid.

And stupid enough, the only explanation you gave him was your lips on his. He was surprised and you felt that he almost dropped you at some point. You felt lighter, stronger, safer. It didn't matter if he wasn't human. Everyone deserves to love.

-

She was kissing me. Here, I never thought a Grim Realer could achieve such a thing. I felt alive. Even just for a little while, she made me happy. Yes, probably even more happy when I first got my Death Scythe.

My heart jumped heights I never thought it could. She felt weightless on my arms. I feel like we could do this forever. But as they say, when you're enjoying it too much, your mind is probably thinking of ways it could be bad for you. And it did. I remembered.

I broke away, putting her down in the process. I fixed my hair with my hands instead, forgetting the comb. I looked at her, letting my brain take over.

"I know how this is going to end," I said, forcing my serious tone out. "You're making me soft and... And the next thing you know, I'm going to retire and... Love you." That word. It felt so strange as I said it. Even my own body cannot accept it.

"Don't you want to?" She replied. She had the voice of an angel. But, an angel almost got hundreds of people killed, remember? Ugh!

I thought about it for a while. And to me, that felt like a hundred years of silence. It took me all my years of being a Grim Reaper to saying a nonchalant ".... No."

-

He turned around, his back on you once again. Your heart sank. You couldn't take no for an answer. But there was nothing you could do. He was totally keen in rejecting you now. You didn't know if it was real but you could totally feel your heat weakening.

Oh, no. You could feel your tears come back again. It was as if your heart couldn't take anymore rejection that suddenly, you were on your knees, clutching the ground.

-

She was crying again. And something made me stop. She's... Gasping. I turned around to see her on her knees, gripping her chest. She was coughing and I couldn't help but run to her.

I knelt down to her level, my heart shouting that I should rush her to the nearest hospital. Then, I remembered my duties. Those blasted duties!

'Coming to the human world to meddle with life or death matters is forbidden.'

She gripped my shoulder, forcing herself to look up at my face.

-

You had a difficult time breathing suddenly. It felt like your heart was being crushed by a wall every time you tried to breathe in. You tried to put in the last of your energy to raise your head just to see his beautiful, glowing, chartreuse eyes.

"It would give me great honor," you managed to say. "If you.. Collected me."

His eyes turned into small slits, forcing himself to push back the tears that appeared once you said that. The last thing you remember was him leaning towards you, feeling something light touch your forehead.

-

I brought her back to the Grim Reaper Library. If I have to collect her Cinematic Record, I want to do it in peace. Good thing that Phantomhive invited everyone to the party. There was no one in sight.

I placed her body down on the white bench. She looked so peaceful. That face meant so much to me. I couldn't help but trace my fingers on her face once more. This is probably the last I might feel her again.

I placed the blade of my Death Scythe over her body, still not believing she is gone. I held my breath and did it. Soon, her Cinematic Record started to emerge out of her body. Her memories as a child flashed before my eyes, making me regret that I just broke the heart of this sweet girl.

That's the reason why I wouldn't want to get attached to her. I knew she was going soon. But forcing to distance myself away from her was hard. It was inevitable, even. Now, here I am. Broken. Even softer than before. And over this... Human. I should be ashamed of myself. Me, being one of the highest beings the Reapers could offer.

No. She's different. She's worth it.

And then and there, I realized that I'm about to do something that's unlike me. I dropped my Death Scythe and ran to the left bookshelf.

"I know it's around here somewhere," I tried to remember where it was, hurrying a bit since I know her Cinematic Record was still running. "There it is."

I opened the book to find a pink and black bookmark that was solely for highly important purposes. The Death Bookmark. It could stop anyone's Cinematic Record from continuing further. I only saw the Undertaker use it once but it was enough for me to know how to use it.

As I turned around, a book appeared in front of me. I knew it was _______'s. I immediately grabbed it and opened it to the page where the writing stopped. It pains me to see that she was still thinking about me in her last moments.

'I found it harder to breath each second. But it was okay. I know Will is going to comfort me in the afterlife.'

"Foolish girl," I couldn't stop from talking to myself. "Reapers don't get to spend time with souls..."

I snapped myself back to reality, taking a deep breath and putting the bookmark in the page and closing it. As I let go of it, the book continued to float and her Cinematic Record stopped. I rushed to her body, placing my hand on her chest to see if anything happened.

She was breathing. I felt relieved. Then I thought of something. Something that would make it easier without the bookmark. I took off my glasses and broke it. Each half morphed and turned into a monocle.

-

You awoke, finding yourself in a completely white library. You remembered falling down a balcony and...

You stood up, hoping to find William again but found yourself still a bit weak from your sleep. There was something on your eye. It was a monocle. It had a chain to prevent it from falling away.

You realized that your clothes were different now. You now had a black blazer, tie, and pants. You were confused but at the same time, you felt like you were just reborn. Reincarnated. And feeling a little bit less than alive.

"Welcome, fellow Reaper." You heard a familiar voice say beside you.

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