Some loves die loudly. Others disappear so gently you don't notice the bleeding until there is nothing left of you. Hyunjin forgot him. Felix never learned how to do the same.

The reaper was doing just fine. Just. Fine. He had absolutely no problem whatsoever with his perfectly boring life. None. He woke up, did his job, returned home, and enjoyed his personal time in peace. Very healthy. Very productive. He could even claim other entities envied him. Yes. Envied him. He wore all black. His beautiful scythe was always polished and sharp-without any pink ribbons tied around it and destroying every last shred of his dignity. Everything had been perfectly under control. Beautifully boring. But life just had to get to him, didn't it? Oh, it absolutely had to get to him. In the shape of a one rude raven head.