Grells pov
I am supposed to be happy. Most people would see this as a happy ending, not me. I have put my daughter in the middle of a divided life. She has a flirtatious mother and a millionaire father who both are killers. What kind of an example would that be for a lady? There was no hope for her. We are in the middle of a war zone with mines every step. I know that will loves me, but he barely shows it. I want to believe that he is only mine but, hes got back to a dark place and I can't save him this time.
I walked along the corridors trying to find will, just to see him. I looked into his office window and I froze.
A feeling of betrayal fell over me.
I was so confused.
He looked scared.
I felt his anxiety.
I couldn't understand why.
I looked away but I could still see the image. Undertaker pinned wills arms on the wall above his head, doing as he liked with him. It looked like what will had done to alice, but worse. He didnt fight him off, he just excepted that this was a fight he couldn't win. It looked like he hated it.
Will pov (before what grell saw.)
Alan (AKA undertaker) was one of my closest friends. He was my mentor for my beginning of becoming a reaper. He was really strange though, he always had an uncomfortable aura around me. I was working in my office when he had came in.
"Just let yourself in, I'm not here."
"Oh that's a shame! I was looking forward to seeing you!" I never really liked his accent very much, it was like an Irish-British mashup.
"What do you want?"
"You remember the deal, riiight?"
"I know I lost that damm bet, what do you want me to do then?"
"Stand here."
"You what?"
"Stand here." I followed his strange request. He smiled but started touching me. "What the hell are you doing!?!"
"Claming my prize." I tried to get away from him but he pinned me up against the wall. What. The. Fuck.
"Get the fuck of me, mate."
"How about, no."
"Is this really how its going to be?"
"I suppose it is." His eyes met mine.
"Then don't let me stop you."
I dealt with what was happening to me. I shouldn't even allow this.
I was defeated.
I could no longer breathe.
I often tried to break free, but couldn't.
My dignity was gone.
I looked over at the door in hopes someone would see him, my heart sank when I saw grell looking at him and what he was doing. Oh god.
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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.
