Will was standing as straight as ever. His hand was clutching his death scythe tightly at his side. His glasses were pushed up his nose, reflecting the sunlight. Grell walked up to him. "So…strict." She murmured. She gently wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. Will, however, did not show any affection. He didn't move a muscle as Grell kissed him. His lips remained immobile. Grell dragged his tongue across Will's lips, all the way to the corners of his mouth. She stepped back, and opened her eyes, revealing light green and yellow eyes. She looked up at him longingly, when he didn't do anything, she gave him a dirty look. "You can't hide your feelings forever, Wil-liam." She pronounced his name in two long syllables. "I do not have feelings for you Mr. Sutcliff." He replied, emotion-less. He kept starring straight ahead, ignoring Grell's affectionate caresses. "Ohh, yes you do. You just won't admit it, especially to yourself." She said softly. She kissed his cheek gently, and walked away, heels clicking softly, fading into the distance.
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"You're right ….. Grell." he whispered.
