Writing prompt
You killed yourself for him. But Death won’t accept you. Not before you realize what kind of monster he truly is.
Then, he will let you chose again.
“Is this it?” You scoff as you look around.
“No, this isn’t ‘it’, but it is for you, at least for now,” replies Death haughtily. “I wasn’t expecting you.” There seems to be an undertone of judgment in their voice.
A blush rises to your cheeks and you shift from foot to foot. Why should you have to justify your actions? You made your choice and there’s no going back.
Death seems to sense your discomfort and in a softer tone says, “I’m just curious, out of all of them, why him? You see, I normally don’t attend these things personally, there’s plenty of Reapers to take care of the day-to-day, but he’s someone I was looking forward to welcoming.”
Your head snaps up, the hair on your neck standing up.
“So he can be special to you, but not me?”
“No, no, you misunderstand me. I wasn’t here to welcome him because he’s special but because he’s not. He ruins special. You and all the women before you, you’re all special, he makes you forget that. He drains it from you and then leaves. I’ve been waiting for it to end and today it should’ve, but instead I have another victim,” they lead you to a couple of recliners and sits down, “so you see, I’m wondering why. Your name has come across my desk a couple times already. In fact, there were a few months, you had a Reaper assigned to you full-time. But you survived, you flourished, and you were going to change lives. So tell me, why, after everything you survived, you gave up your future for someone that wouldn’t give up a day for you?”
