I tryed my best hope you like it
Backstory I stand on the breezy rooftop, the whispering wind whipping my long jet-black hair. My face is stone-cold and devoid of any emotion. It has always been - after all, I’m not even human. I wish I grasp the rail, thoughts running through my mind wildly. I am the Grim Reaper. Contrary to the legends, my whole life is devoted to saving people from death. People. They are so blindly selfish. They waste their lives over love they never had in the first place. They cry over broken hearts and burning houses and blazing anger. But not a single tear has been shed for me - a lonely soul trapped in this body for eternity. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to save these horrible people from death they selfishly choose. Slipping my shoes off, I stand on the railing, arms outstretched. The wind howls fiercely and I lean precariously. Life. Ah. Happy people die boringly, yet they smile and say their life was so beautiful. I don’t understand. How can someone enjoy such a fleeting presence in this world? “I don’t want to be the Grim Reaper. Please. Let me be reborn as a human.” I whisper. “ごめなさい。” And then I jump. I’m free of the cursed chains binding me to this wretched human world. The wind whistles in my ears and I- “No!” A blur of brown hair, and a figure hurtles towards me. Wait, what? No, no, no. It’s not supposed to end like this. Flying through the air, she flings her arms around my neck. My instinct kicks in and with a rush of adrenaline, wings made from shadows envelop us in a flurry of movement. Stupid humans. Can’t they leave me alone, before my own death? “Akira,” she sobs, clutching me tightly. It’s Celeste. My eyes widen. The one I love, here before me, whispers the three words I could never tell her in my previous life. “I-I love you.” And for the very first time in my life, a timid tear slips down my cheek.
