Home is not a place - A story narrated by Death

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters. They either belong to Rick Riordan or Markus Zusak.
*Inspired by the Book Thief*
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Home is not a place.
It is a person.
Someone you can confide in.
Trust in.
But sometimes - they leave you. That bond won't break, as you will learn
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I have often wondered why humans, or, more specifically, demigods, find solace in other people. They are finnicky things, and can leave you at any time of the day. I wonder about the bond of love so many claim to feel. I don't relate to this, as my work means there is little room for love. But after watching and chronicling the adventures of this young boy, I can see it. Clear as day.
Want to see it too?
Then come, sit down, get your cocoa or your snacks, and open up your ears. Listen. Come, and I'll tell you a story about the love between a girl with blonde hair who doesn't believe and love in the world and a boy with jet-black hair and sea-green eyes that only has love and the friends they lose on the way.