The Reaper
And the Reaper, oh God the Reaper, I don't know why I remembered him when I was thinking about my monologue.
And just then, the wind blew stronger. I just felt my body being grabbed and was now embraced by the rock-hard chest of someone. Someone who wears black. Someone who wears a black coat.
I opened my eyes only to find him. The Reaper.
Tears flowed down on my eyes non-stop. I'm so thankful he's here. I'm thankful he got me. I'm thankful I'm alive.
I hugged him tighter. All I could say was, "Thank you." I felt his hand brushing my hair as he shushed me and kissed the top of my head. I find it very endearing, and I love it.
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