"The first time I met Death, I was seven years old. He didn't say a word. Just stood there- cloaked in black, drawing the shape of a cat on a frost-covered windowpane." "Since that day, I didn't die. But I never truly lived, either." Some say Death is terrifying. But to Gawin, Death was simply there- quiet, still, watching from the shadows each time his heart stopped. Until one day, Death stepped into the light. And instead of taking his soul, he gently plucked a cherry blossom that had fallen into Gawin's hair. ⸻ Originally posted this story on AO3, as I usually use Wattpad for Vietnamese works. But after seeing some folks on X mentioning that there aren't many JossGawin fics in English on Wattpad, I thought-why not share mine here too? So there you go, enjoy!
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