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Five months, six days and seven hours. That's how long he's been here. How long he's been laid up in scratchy, white sheets. He's counted every crack in the plaster ceiling. Watched three seasons pass by through the blind covered window. He wishes he could feel the cold of the snow, the pelt of an April's rain, the heat of a summer's sun but knows he never will again. He's become frail, bones press against flesh that looks paper thin and paler than the moon. Dark, bruise like shadows have steadily grown under his eyes - his once sparkling blue eyes, now muted and sunken, like death has already claimed him and in a way I guess it has. I've watched him, not just over these past few months but for years, ever since this started. I think we both knew it would always come to this, dead before twenty-one, maybe he was dead long before now or maybe he never really lived at all. No, he has lived, he's run with his friends, played a million games, danced and sang, loved and been loved in return.
I watch him as he looks through slatted blinds, trying to catch his last glimpse of the world outside that glass. His friends and family have been in to visit already but they do that everyday, they don't know today was the last. I watch a single tear leak from those once brilliant eyes and I almost leave - but this is no way for him to live and my leaving would only grant him a few more bed ridden years and he's probably hate me all the more.
He turns his head and I know he can see me - he's always been able to see me.
"I'm not scared," He states. "I don't want to die, though." He adds.
"Nobody wants to die, Sora." I say gently, taking a seat on the edge of his bed and he nods and sheds another tear. I don't know what is so special about Sora that he warranted my ever present eye. Maybe I was amazed by how he smiled in the face of death and just carried on living the best he could. Maybe it was those once brilliant eyes that had looked upon me, never with fear but with curiosity and understanding. Maybe it was how, in his seventeenth year - his last free year, he pressed his lips against mine. Sora had fallen in love with Death(me) and Death(I) had fallen in love with Sora(him.)
"I love you," Sora says and closes his eyes as more tears fall. "I lied, I am scared. I'm scared that I'm never going to see you again." Sora admits and I take his hand and press my forehead against his own. I can feel him shake as he tries to suppress his tears, feel his forehead crinkle with the effort.
"You don't have to do into the light," I say. "You can stay with me." I whisper. And even though I'm giving him to choice I feel so selfish. He shouldn't even know the choice exists, he's been through enough, he should be able to live happily ever after. Not wonder with me as one of the damned and forsaken. Sora doesn't speak, instead he presses his lips against mine and I swallow his hitching, shaking breath.
The heart monitor flat-lines and an alarm sounds.
This was my dramatic take on a reaper fic. I wrote this then read a story that was kinda of similar (I think it's called Only Your Soul Satisfies Me) and contemplated not posting it but...whatever.
