Love Story Undertaker x Y/N

Chapter 37: Realization

"Y/N," I called, sighing deep as I continued down the hall of her home, "Darling, where did you hide it?" I had been busy for the past few weeks with a recent string of murders. Between helping Lord Phantomhive investigate and reaping the many souls of the victims, I've hardly seen (Y/N) for more than a brief moment. When Lord Phantomhive and I finally did apprehend the murderer, I arrived home only to find (Y/N) sick with a cold. That coupled with her existing illness only worries me more than I normally am.

I entered the library and saw her sitting there on the couch, no doubt making an innocent face as she pretended to read her the book in her hands.

"Darling, you'll have to tell me where you hid it eventually," I sighed, sitting down beside her. I pulled the blanket on her legs up to her shoulder as she leaned I to me and sniffled a few times.

"I've already told you, Adrian, it is just a cold and the doctor said the same. As long as I rest like I'm supposed to, I'll be fine. You're not getting your to-die list back until it's time for you to go to work," she said, kissing my cheek.

"Very well," I sighed, kissing her cheek.

"Although."

"Yes love?"

"Take me to visit your shop now and I'll give it back."

"You need to rest."

"But I'd heal so much better if I was in an atmosphere I loved."

"A shop for dead people?"

"Youre the one that fell in love with a morbid mad woman," she teased.

"You're not mad. Mad women couldn't manipulate people so easily. Morbid, however, describes you well. But you have a deal, only because there's a bedroom in the shop. When we get their, I'm going to work and you're going to sleep. I suppose some extra work hours wouldnt be a detriment."

"Speaking of work, do you have any new trainees?"

"No. I've just been out collecting souls all night long. I'm apparently a record setter since I'm quite efficient."

"Quit humble bragging. Lets go."

I stood up and pulled her up with me. I yanked her into my arms and pecked her lips, which made her laugh brightly. She gave me a cheeky smile as she picked up my to-die list from where she had been sitting on the couch.

"You were sitting on it the whole time?" I asked.

"Yes. You couldn't find it so obviously it was a good hiding place."

I took my list from her hands and wrapped a cloak around her shoulders, then put on my own coat before walking downstairs.

"(Y/N), where do you think you're going? You're sick," Mr. (L/N) said as he passed us on the stairs.

"We made a deal. She will finally sit still and rest if I take her to my shop," I said.

"Be careful. It's snowed recently and there's ice all over the front walk."

 "I will, Father. Bye." She said.

She hung onto my arm as we walked down to the carriage. I pulled away from her grip for just a moment and slid on a patch of ice the rest of the way to the carriage. Her joyful laugh filled my ears and I watched as she considered mimicking me, but decided to walk around the Ice. The new carriage driver, and replacement for Reimer nodded respectfully to (Y/N) as I helped her into the carriage. The boy seemed nervous so I let him be to do his job. He was obviously worried the family and I would compare him to his deceased predecessor.

"Adrian?" she whispered.

"Yes dear?"

"How are River and Eddie?"

"River has taken a liking to a girl In the church and Eddie is busy at the French dispatch. Something about a cult in which lovers commit suicide together as the ultimate expression of love and devotion."

"Aw. I hope she reciprocates River's feelings. But that cult. I know humans are such fallen and flawed creatures, but to go to such extents intentionally. To take their lives for no reason just to prove a devotion that they will never again express, seems so foolish."

"They'll be expressing their love for one another I'm sure. It will just be while they're reaping souls."

(Y/N) laughed softly, "I suppose for a moment I somehow forgot that those who commit suicide become reapers. I almost forgot you were one. I suppose because it doesn't change how I feel for you. You're just as human as I am."

"Have you visited Lady Phantomhive recently?" I asked, wrapping an arm around (Y/N)'s waist.

She let out a contented sigh, followed by a cough, "yes. She'll be giving birth soon. I'm looking forward to meeting the baby."

"Darling, you seem much more quiet lately. Is something wrong?"

"No. I'm just tired Adrian. I feel perfectly fine."

"I often notice you staring off into the distance. You look so deep in thought. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing but daydreams. Thinking of our life together."

I smiled and kissed the top of her head, "Now that you mention it, I find myself thinking of those very same things."

It was these quiet moments, not awkward, but peaceful, when I could hold her close to me, that light up my day. I do miss seeing her face clearly. Perhaps I'll get a new pair of glasses after all, just to see her beautiful self. But these moments of piece never seem to last for living humans.

It happened so quickly. I heard the new carriage driver yelling, about what, I wasn't sure, but then the carriage smashed open. As soon as the loud sound hit my ears, I pulled (Y/N) to me and covered her body with my own. When the ust had cleared, bright red blood surrounded us. Most of which seemed to be my own. It was an odd thing to be grateful for, but I was grateful nonetheless. As I lifted (Y/N) out of the mess of wood and blood, she began crying. That sou d that wrenches my heart.

"Adrian, my arm," she gasped weakly. It was a surreal and slow moment where for a brief second my mind froze. A severe injury could weaken her body enough to allow her true deadly illness to overcome her. She could die quickly if her body didn't have the strength the heal and protect itself at the same time. 

I forced my body to move and before I knew it, I was running through London, foggy memories of which direction to go guiding me forward. I was at the hospital and (Y/N) was being taken back to a room before I knew it. As I sunk down to the floor in the hall, it hit me how scared I was. The ringing of my heart somehow rattled my ears, despite the fact it was no longer bleeding,and I felt weak knowing my hands were trembling. The horrifying realization hit me that there was nothing I could do to save her. That kind of magic didn't exist in this world, the kind that instantly healed wounds simply because we wished it so. I couldn't miraculously force her body to heal or resist succumbing to weakness. There was nothing I could do to stop her death. It wasn't like stopping a bullet or a knife. Her own body was eating away at itself. All false hope, shame, and pride left me as I cried. 

There's nothing short of a miracle that could prevent her from dying.