You were chosen because death already runs in your veins. You were chosen because when your name is announced, and it will, no one will feel anything. You were chosen to be given a second chance.
I have always admired her tanned skin, dark hair, and dazzling-green eyes to die for. Being this close to her, I cannot help but notice how sweet her smile is, and how desirable her lips look.
(The fanfic is from 2014 but edited in 2018. It isn't mine, I only adapted the original fanfic.)