Romans & histoires I Would Know Him In Death

I did not know how long I lay there. Time felt different after death. I could no longer feel the cold marble beneath me, but I could still see the foyer, the blood on the floor, and Adrian standing above my body as if he were waiting for me to give up the act. Death had taken my voice and left me only enough awareness to watch what came after. Adrian did not call for help right away. “Enough, Evelyn,” he said, pale but stubborn. “Your parents will be here in the morning. Stop this now.”

But the court notice locked it in place like chains. Trapped with no way forward or back, I felt myself breaking. With the last bit of clarity I had left, I called Arthur. "Why are you doing this to me, Arthur? Are you trying to kill me?"

Sigh. It was only then that people realized I was already preparing for my death.

When he learned she was a rogue, he brought her home and claimed her as family. And me? I became an orphan. Even before I died, he was still furious with me. He was angry I'd delayed his sister's ceremony, angry I'd made his sister feel wronged. If he knew the body lying in that room was mine, he'd probably turn around and walk away. No one wanted me dead more than Ethan. So there you go, Ethan. I'm dead now. Are you happy?

And in that moment, I knew— I was dead.

Recognition. Because he knew that voice. Before I even turned I knew it too. Reeve. And this time He wasn’t alone

When I was released early from prison for good behavior, my three sisters showed up to pick me up with a dog collar in hand. Vivian Bennett, my eldest sister, held it out to me and said calmly, "Put it on. Don't take it off until we make it home. Pass this final test, and you'll officially become a Bennett." Claire Bennett, my second sister, patted me on the shoulder and sighed. "You've suffered these past seven years. But you smell awful. Go home and take a really good shower before you sit down for dinner." Natalie Bennett, my third sister, looked me up and down, frowning. "When did you get so skinny? I guess the collar suits you now." Seven years ago, they said something similar. Luc

I witnessed many pack members come to pay their respects, saying things like, "It was such a shame for a hero like him to die so young." But I knew he wasn't a hero. No, he was just a heartbroken man who could no longer go on living. Just before my soul completely faded, I thought I heard a soft and gentle voice calling from somewhere. "Syl, I've finally found you." Then came endless darkness and eternal peace.

I bit my lip and sighed. "I just exist for death, I can kill but rarely do, it's very difficult to explain but I know how everyone will leave this existence except for you, I only know when you won't perish because you're my soulmate," I mumbled softly. He eyed me questionably and glanced out the window, avoiding my eyes. He exhaled harshly and leaned back against the seat. "Alright Sebastian, you're Death and my soulmate. Does that make me Life," he asked curiously. I bit my lip and chuckled, it couldn't be that simple, I highly doubted that. I side eyed him and grinned.

Terrifyingly familiar. "You don't recognize me, do you?" He laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "Though I suppose I have changed since we last met. Death has a way of... altering one's perspective." "You're dead," I whispered, understanding flooding through me like ice water. "Gromov is dead. I killed him myself."