For a moment, it seemed as if the girl’s name meant nothing to him, but that short moment passed very quickly. He nodded, jaw tightening, gaze calculating.
“She… is never far,” Anthony offered quietly, searching Kieran’s expression, perhaps looking to find more or less of a reaction to make up for his own lack thereof. Death obviously did little to phase a Reaper, especially a creature like Anthony, who was already halfway gone to the other side.
Dull eyes fixed on the wedding ring and Anthony sat in silence, wiping his tears and suddenly feeling cold and empty all over again. He heard rain pounding against the dirt and approaching thunder in the distance, he looked inward, searching himself for that feeling that had once overtaken him, that pang lodged deep in his chest.
“…I’ll get you out of the rain, Kieran.”
Carefully, he reached for the boy’s hand and thread their fingers, broken and molting wings enveloping them both. He sighed and closed his eyes.
When the Reaper pulled away, the both of them stood in his small apartment. The apartment itself was crammed with old furniture, everything dimmed and mute. Dark curtains over a large window facing east, the walls covered with memorabilia from the Reaper’s craft.
“I moved to the city,” he explained softly, tipping his head and wondering if Kieran was proud of him for moving on, or if he was oblivious to the struggle the Reaper had faced in his love’s absence.
He didn’t know what to feel. He was supposed to say sorry for Cassie’s death, wasn’t he? He was supposed to forgive Kieran for leaving, or choose to be angry, right?
Anthony didn’t feel much of anything.
“I can get something dry for you to wear, okay?”
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