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My legs quiver with the desire to run "What are you?"
"Perhaps you should be asking er tracesto feed "You really are a, yet you’ve been blinded by the fear of death and have never noticed all the possibilities in front of you If you’d just accept it--"
"I won’t" I interrupt in a sharp, searing tone "I’ in to Death"
"You shouldn’t decide your answer until you understand everything" He takes uides me to the tree
He nestles us down next to the trunk, wraps his arainst his chest He sweepsto fear or experience death I about immortality, instead of death like everyone else You could be the first"
"Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson already did," I smart off "And so did Spill Canvas"
"Spill Canvas?" He sounds intrigued
"It’s a band, you asshole" I force out a scream, but it cuts off before it reaches ed with o Please If you’re a Reaper, I thought you couldn’t possess me"
"I’m not supposed to… and I can’t possess your mind completely--trust me, I’ve tried But I can possess your body" He kisses the tip ofit with his teeth, and then heaway
"You were such a strange child Usually, when they senttime of et rid of me I didn’t even faze you… it kind of took the fun out of it and was extre"
"No… there’s no way…" It clicks in
"And then I had to return years later, due to orders… but you were all grown up and far less annoying and I just couldn’t do what the Reapers wanted"You know I broke the rules for you I tried to warn you about your dad, even though I wasn’t supposed to And then you ran aith me Admit it--that was probably thein the woods, while I listened to you ra to pretend I wasn’t there"
"I can’t believe it… you’re that Grim Reaper The one who’s tored All that time I spent with him in the woods after my dad vanished that was hio away, so therefore, I didn’t have to" He pauses, grazing his hand down h "I tried to warn you about your dad so you could help him Do you know that? Do you kno much I care for you?"
"You tried to forceabout someone… And you don’t even know me"
"I only did that to your mom to help you," he whisperswho you really are If you’d just give in to the insanity, instead of fighting it, life would be so ether"
"I almost killed her," I fume as he tips me back and peers doith a smile "I stole my mom’s life to save my own"
"Don’t be ashaer down my cheekbone "It’s in your blood and your dad did it many times Trust me"
"Do you knohere my dad is?" I snap "The detective--or the Reaper--whoever the hell she is, said he gave in to insanity Does that mean he’s dead? Or is he one of you? I need to know Please, Cales my head back onto his lap and looks into ine it, alive in death, writing beautiful words together… And I pro out fro me on my back "I just want to help you"
"No one can help rass "Especially…"
He conceals his body over er knohat I want--what I feel--as his hand travels up my shoulders, up the side of my neck, and resides on my cheek, while his other hand explores the bare skin on my hip "I could help you, if you let o away" He licks his lip as he presses his body againsthimself to every part of me "Let me take it all away forever"
My arms fall helplessly tohis fingers throughmy cheek "Lethis body closer, and a moan escapes from my lips, but not under the control of er underneath my chin, he tips my face up so I have to look him in the eyes "What if I told you I could take away every ounce of pain you have and would ever feel? Think about it You could have the perfect life"
He leans in and I shut my eyes as he kisses my neck and my body arches into him "That’s not possible," I say "Death is pain And death exists everywhere Besides, nothing is perfect"