Just something that won't leave me.

First, a short introduction.

Death isn't an easy subject to talk about.

Or rather, the concept of it is.

A near death experience cannot replicate the feeling.

Nether can a nightmare.

So when one goes through the death of a significant other, it isn't easy for the living one to deal with.

The death of a significant other is like a nightmare that doesn't end.

Let's be honest: we don't see souls being picked up or gathered by a figure wearing a black cloak while wielding a scythe.

But that's what most of the living see.

Accepting the fact that life and death coexist seems easy, but is still hard to do.

So I guess that's why I still smiled:

I accepted death with open arms.

Arms that held my lance that pierced Cinder's heart.

Arms that saved all of you, at the cost of my life.

Arms, that could now never hold anyone ever again.

I wish I can see all of you again...

But I also know you would want to see me alive, and not six-feet-under.

Not in a container, never breathing or even moving.

I was the hero.

I protected everyone, and saved Remnant.

But now you guys can't thank me for doing it...

Not thank me and hear a "Your Welcome"...

...

Omega, you idiot...

You promised you'll be by their side...

I wish I could talk with all of you one last time...

But how can I?

I'm dead.

I died of blood loss.

I died, while killing Cinder.

I died, which in effect killed Salem, the mastermind of all of this.

I died, causing the Dragon to be killed and destroying all of the Grimm in Vale.

...

So watch me.

Watch me as I put on a mask and act like nothing happened.

Watch me as I use the mask to move on with my undead.

Watch me as I wait to see you again.

It's only a matter of time, anyway.

I sighed as I sat on the bench, looking at the fog around me. My special halberd was strapped to my back, ready for action.

Or rather, there lack of.

"Do you want a second chance?"

I looked to see a being with a black hood. Death.

I sighed and greeted casually as I moved to make room, "Hey, dad... Looks like we're going to have one of those talks..."

Sorry for the feels, but it's stuck in my head.

Get ready for your not to typical OC story, because the OC just died and is a SON OF DEATH.

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