Disclaimer: I do NOT own D. Gray-Man at all or it characters.
Warnings: Mentions of death, coffins. Lavi-centric.
Coffins
History was full of coffins.
There was more coffins then human achievements.
He lived, breathed, and slept history, but if there was one thing he hated about history, it was the coffins, inevitable or not. If he could, he'd erase it, the history of coffins, but to do so could be considered blasphemy, at least to his kind. He could very well do it, but he wouldn't, though he wanted to. As a Bookman, he had taken a vow, silently or not, to write down and observe history. It was his greatest privelge, his greatest curse, to be an observer, not seen nor heard.
He loved it as he hated it. It was his inevitable present, future, and even past. It was the only thing he owned, not even his coffin would be his. His gravestone wouldn't be his, it would be Bookmans, forever and ever. It was his greatest nightmare as well as his sweetest dream. It was a love hate relationship and it would remain that way.
Coffins were the result of history, its contained remains the cause, and he'd be there till his last breath, loving and hating history.