Hey Guys!
I know it's been awhile but I started writing again. I just wanted to do this very short one- shot to see if you guys would want more.
This is the POV of Edward who is Death and collects the souls of the dead. Let me know if you want more.
SP owns all characters.
Love ya!
A purple haze seeped across the horizon. Death after death. Like yellowed lottery tickets. The scene before me made my mouth taste like ash. Never before was I actually sorry for the soul I was about to take. Her brown eyes like mint hot chocolate. The perpetual beatings made me look away. I arrived early. Blood curdling screams echo inside my soulless head. I felt blue. A deep hue of sorrow. Once the man left I slipped down next to her. The pale skin of her arm surrounded like an island in red. I stretched my hand out, white as ice. And moved the stands of mahogany hair from her face. She looks at me. She sees me and smiles as if she's known me her whole life. No one has ever seen me before except when I take their souls. I reach into her and take her soul. Crystal when she's in my arms and smiles at me. The look I her eyes make me never want to let her go. Into the purple haze away from agony we faded.