Deathly Love

Love Knows No Bounds

Rose's POV

Thoughts raced through my head as I sped towards my home. There was a lot to process, I had just met the Grim Reaper and I was freaking out. He was the master of death and yet he loved me. I wrenched open my door and collapsed on the couch in the darkness. I was having a nervous break down and I knew it. Everything was just to much to handle.

"Rose, are you okay?" James' voice came from behind me.

"Go away James!" I said as I curled into a ball.

"I can't, Grim would kill me." James said and coldness came as he sat directly beside me, putting his arm around my shoulders.

I shiver but couldn't really shake off his arm because he wasn't actually a solid being. "You're already dead. Even the Grim Reaper can't re-kill you." I muttered, brushing off his excuse.

"He might not be able to kill me again but he does have ways to punish me that are far worse than death." James said, shuddering at the thought of what could happen. I shuddered too. I couldn't imagine anything worse than dying.

"But why would he be so violent if I were to die?" I asked. I still didn't get it.

"He is absolutely in love with you." James answered. "He would never forgive himself if he ended up having to kill you."

"I didn't think Grim Reapers could love." I said, my brow furrowed. "I mean, they kill people. Not exactly the way to get a person to love you." 

"Oh yeah, I can just imagine that. Hello, I love you but you must die now. Real conversation starter." James laughed. I laughed along with him but we were interuppted when a note came floating out of nowhere and landed on my lap.

To my dearest Rose,

 I am deeply sorry that I scared you. I just want you to know how much I love you. I know that you think I am creepy and that you think that as a Grim Reaper I cannot love but you are wrong for you have made me love you. You put beauty in my decaying and deathly life(Pun intended) and I just wish you would feel the same. My love for you knows no bounds and will never stop. I know you have a deep fear of death and therefore you probably fear me because I bring death wherever I go but you, I will not let die just yet. I have put James to the task of protecting you. Please know that yet again I love you.

Love Grim

I read the note three times, just to be sure of what I had just read. He sounded sincere in that note and I kind of felt a twinge, like my heart wanted to go out to him. I shook my head, I didn't want to feel these feelings, I mean he was the master of the thing I feared the most. I was about to shut my eyes when a deep red rose appeared, the petals velvety soft. I stoked the petals a bit and went to get a vase to put it in. I set it on my kitchen table. It was the most beautiful rose I'd ever seen. I sighed and thought of it's sender and then again shook my head to clear it. I couldn't love the Grim Reaper, we were just to different.

Grim's POV

I took great care in choosing my words for the letter I wrote to Rose. I knew that she was a romantic so I decided to be eloquent but be funny as well to put some humour into an awkward situation. I also knew that Rose loved roses which I found funny since that was her name. I chose the deepest red rose and quickly sent it off before I could kill it. I don't exactly have a green thumb with my profession. I hoped she would somehow respond and soon but since there was no response, I just assumed that in the best possible situation, she was just thinking and not rejecting me. I decided to keep my distance kind of so as not to totally scare her off, so I just went about my business. I spied on Mr. Westfield for a second and saw he was planning something. He was writing something in a notebook. I saw that he had a picture of Rose and a circle was around her face. This was his planning to kill her. I wanted to rip his beating heart out of his chest but I knew it was against the rules so I just made the wind blow hard and carry his papers away. He tried to catch them but couldn't.

"Be careful for you will regret what you do. Love knows no bounds." I whispered menacingly making my voice carry on the wind.