There are many words for what happened that summer but normal would not be one of them. Then again, my life had never been normal. Yet somehow this man, if you could even call him that, was the least normal thing that has ever happened to me. I suppose it's a good thing I'm used to the strange things in this world. He's a man I don't think I could ever forget, however many times I try. Every time I stare into space, I feel his yellow eyes staring back. His eyes are the thing that keeps his memory alive. They were so cold but yet so caring. I feel my heart pound in my ears whenever I think of them. I guess, in my own way, I'm going crazy. I mean, who could ever love a Reaper?
