Him and Death [ Wonwoo ff ]

Prologue

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The room was quiet, the only sound were the muffled sobs of each guest who had come to pay their respects to the family who's grandfather had just passed. Guests tried to comfort each family member as they passed, but to no avail, the room stayed in a somber state.

An old man sat in the corner of the room, eyes closed with his hands laced together. No one had paid him any attention until he felt a presence beside him. Opening his eyes, the old man turned to face a girl. She looked as if she were eighteen and wore a black shirt with a blood red rose on the left side, a skirt that reached her knees which her shirt was tucked into, and a pair of heeled combat boots. Her long black hair reached her knees and was braided with two black crow feathers at the end. A few loose strands fell over her black eyes. But, the alarming part was that this girl was carrying a scythe that was almost half her size and no one seemed to notice.

The old man sighed and looked forward.

"Is it time?"

The girl nodded.

The old man looked straight into the girls black eyes.

"Can you promise me one thing before we leave?"

The girl tilted her head as if to say she was listening.

Lifting his frail hand, the old man pointed to a boy who looked to be eleven at the least.

"His name is Wonwoo. He is my grandson. He is so talented, my wish is that he is realized for his talent, to have good friends,"

The girl nodded looking at the boy.

"and don't let him die like I did. Let him die with a peaceful mind with no worries and regrets."

The girl turned to look at the old man once again. She nodded slowly, her black eyes never leaving the old man's graying eyes and he knew that this young girl understood.

Standing, the girl turned to the old man and offered her hand.

"He is waiting." The girl finally said.

Looking around at his friends and family one last time, the old man took Death's hand and they departed.