Alice was becoming more and more like a reaper as well as a friend to me and ronnie. She was alot like Ronald with her drinking habits as well as the aura to lure older people towards her, it was how she fiercely rejected them all was hilarious when they ran out of the bar scarred. I desided to take her to one of Ronald's cocktail parties and she immediately agreed. I knew that will was coming as well so I made sure that when I left my apartment I looked like a doll. I was one of the first there and started talking to Ronald with some weak gin. All he wanted was to talk about alice and how she was 'such a beauty' before accidentally blurring out that he had eyes for her. "WHAT THE FUCK YOU HORE!!!" I yelled at him strangling him. He just laughed with his irresistible laugh which he knew drove me crazy and said that he had a girlfriend as I rolled my eyes.
"Speak of the devil." Ronald motioned towards alice as she entered the room. She looked beautiful. I had never seen her like this. I was about to go to talk to her but will took the chance before me she seemed to being enjoying the conversation as neither took there eyes of each other. Everything seemed well until will had given her a rose. I walked up to them to try to intervene what was happening but before I got the chance will had already taken her to dance. For fucks sake. I got myself some moonshine tequila and did what I came to do; get drunk and do something stupid. It was on my 5th drink when I noticed someone yelling my name. I looked over at where it was coming from and saw something awful. Will pinned a struggling alice on the wall. It wasnt even a good place to do it, I could see them just about behind a tree. I was to drunk to do much, even though this went against my morals of rape I did nothing. I stopped hearing my name. I looked over saw will up against her doing as he pleased with her, she could no longer yell or try to get free after all, he was her boss. I reluctantly looked away. "Awww, looked like boss and your prodigy are getting along~" I looked over at Ronald who looked like he was enjoying the situation, I gave him a very weak punch in the face that felt more like a mouse than a reaper.
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just a dream (grellium)
Romanceif words could be broken down what could they say? If never letting go could be a death sentence, most of us would be gone. it would be weakness to kill a rose and strength to spare it, but your actions can never be broken, even if it's just a dream.
