It's not easy, you know? Living? Or should I even call it that? It's that I see every death happen, every tear shed, and every dream lost. I'm not even in control of it. I just do it. And I keep thinking that if I ignore it, it'll go away. But it doesn't, because I am Death. ----------------- It's my first romance, but it won't be a full-on love story, cause that's not my style.