A Lover's Noose

Camdyn Marley, a thief - one who'd long made a deal with Death when he'd hung on to life, feeling a noose tighten at his throat, had always vowed to return back to the realm of the unliving when he'd finished his destiny, one he'd given himself, of building a building where all the poor could live as happily as the rich. He stole from the rich, the silvers piling up - counted up to become the amount that would pay for the town he was to construct. For, in his opinion; "It is I who is noble, for it is I who has actions as such, and they who do not."
Death had long sent along one of his slaves, Lynid, a man who was not man by any means, to have accompanied Camdyn. Lynid became Camdyn's accomplice - and together they stole along with a band of robbers who kept partials of the gold for themselves whilst Camdyn saved all of his for the building. Camdyn could've stayed longer, could've never built the building and could've forever lived - but he was a man of his word, and he had vowed to Death that he'd return to his clutches once his masterpiece would be finished. And therefore - he was known as a living dead, for no noose could kill him, but he'd die as soon as his building was built.
He'd never expected to fall in love. Never, not with a poor girl he'd met whilst walking. He'd never expected that he'd been the shoulder she'd cry on when her beautiful face shed tears. And it made dying all the harder.
And he only noticed the flaw in his plans moments before the last brick was set. And he was dead. In mere seconds.
But his love wasn't, and she wouldn't let him go. Never.