Fraternizing With Death

His face was soft like cloud. So soft, his one long scar going from his ear to his neck stood out. He was sooo tall. He hovered over me. He wore all black, even his hair and eyes were pitch. Perf-wait hovering over me? It was then that i realized there were tons of people watching me in sadness. I glanced to the side, seeing a man in front of his car crying on the phone. I would've called him a pussy, but i realized it was me he was crying about. I was lying limb in the street covered in blood. NOT my best day. I looked like i got hit by a car. Ohhhh, that makes sense. I was dying. or already dead? Did god send this beautiful specimen of a boy here for me to watch in my last few minutes to remind me i died a virgin? People around us started hugging loved ones and praying like they'd just seen a dead body or something. What? Too soon? Anywayyy, It felt like he could hear everything i was thinking, judging by him making weird faces every time i thought something, all while looking emotionless to the normal eye. Then my non-normal eye noticed something in his hand. He was carrying a scythe. This gorgeous boy wasn't a gift, he was a taker. Here to take my life. He was death. HE was death? Death was...HOT?! He COULD hear my thoughts. With a smirk, Death bent down to me, kissing me on the cheek, and then he disappeared. But. Somehow...some way, i missed him?

^that is an excerpt from my new book i decided to start AND finish.

⚠️WARNING⚠️
1. sexual content
2. mature language and scenes
3. triggers(death, suicide, abuse)
4. you'll fall in love so be aware

^only warnings. ENJOYYYY!😘