I have been whith grell for a few months and they have been the happiest I've ever been. Grell is her usual glamorous self. Nothing felt bad. Ronald would be a jerk from time to time but that was normal. I loved grell to the point where I worried about her 24/7. We needed each other. It was easy that way. All though I was happy I still had to work. I had a few cases where I just came out alive. But today's task was different, it seemed easier than the others and I had it with grell. We got there at 11am, in one more minute someone will die. I saw a couple of angels waiting also for the soul. I couldn't see why they would need some back up to purify some drunk's soul. I went in the building with grell, I was glad that drunk died alone and we were able to reap him before the angels got him. One of the angels got a hold of grell. I had no time to think. I got grell out of the way but I couldn't save myself, I was hit on the way from the building by the same poison that put me in the coma. It didn't put me back in my state, I didn't let it. I looked over at grell, but I couldn't see her beautiful eyes. Her body was lying on the floor. I carefully picked her up and took her to the hospital. Nothing made sense. I thought I had saved her, but I guess I wasn't fast enough. They took her away from me. I just waited outside for something good to happen, that she will be okay. I hoped that she was lucky enough to be all right. I waited until a nurse said that she would be ok and that she was gaining consciousness. I went to see her, she was completely white. I went to her. Her wrist was covered in blood. I could see the pain in her eyes. Pain didn't suit her in the slightest. I didn't know what to do.
Le time skip
She got out of hospital a couple of weeks later. She didn't sleep the entire time she was there, she looked awful. When she had saw that I was picking her up she had kissed me so much that I would have thought I had came back from the dead. I had taken her to her apartment like she had asked, I had offered to take her to my manor but she refused. The past couple of months had been really hard on her, I just hope she knows I'm always there for her. Always.
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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.
