~Death's Point of View~
I looked over at him. He was playing around in the yard, like normal. I smiled to myself. He was such a good boy. He always behaved. I admired him for that. I only then noticed the man hiding in the bushes with a rather sharp knife. The man made his way over to the boy. I knew what was going to happen. I tried so hard to move. I struggled so much. I tried to stop it. But I failed. The man lunged at the boy and ended his life. I was so pissed off at this man. I finally found the ability to move. I began running towards the man and-
My eyes snapped open. I had that cursed dream again. I looked around. I was in my coach. I then looked at the seat across from me. There was (y/n), sleeping ever so peacefully. I would have smiled, but I did not. Smiling is something I rarely do. I did, however, drape a blanket over her sleeping form. We would be arriving at my castle soon. I wonder what she will think of it upon arrival. I looked over at her again. She looks so... human. How did she even begin to think of making a deal with me? And at age six nonetheless?! People confuse me so. They act so strangely towards one another. Perhaps (y/n) is different. How else would she have been able to see through my facade? Whatever the case, I hope she does not cry again. It pains me so to see a lady cry. And aside from that, I'm not entirely sure how to react.
~2nd Person Point Of View~
You awoke to see Death staring at you. Well, his head was turned towards you but you were not entirely sure he was looking directly at you. "Umm, Death? What are you looking at?" you inquired. Death looked away and answered in his normally cold voice, "Nothing. I was merely thinking."
