Will panted and slid down the wall. He sighed to himself, caressing his head in his hands. Why am I so exhausted, Will thought to himself as he worked his way back onto his legs? Moments later, a red flash overcame his vision.
"Grell?" Will called out, "How did you finish your work so quickly?"
"Oh it was easy!" Grell smiled, waving his hand up and down, "I simply did not dabble in the lesser arts!" Grell giggled and skipped away. Will rolled his eyes and proceeded back to his home. It was only a few blocks away, but Will was exhausted. The walk seemed like forever.
Finally, when he had returned home. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, shrugging off his black coat. He laid on the bed and sank into the mattress. His mind began to wonder, and his thoughts soon returned to the pretty woman who he had saw in alley way. Wait, Will sat up with a jolt, Did I just refer to her as 'pretty'?
Will groaned, and threw his face into his pillow. She wasn't suppose to be pretty, she was suppose to be work, and a bother. Anything but pretty!
"Besides," Will thought out loud, "Whats so nice about her? Her eyes?" The ones that dazzle as if the stars themselves were born from them. "Her hair?" The locks that sway in such a manner, my toes curl. "Her lips?" The berry-colored lips that seem to always be positioned in a bright smile. "Her skin?" The skin that shines like snow.
"Her..."
"William! Are you talking to yourself again?" Grell slammed the door behind him and sat next to Will on the bed.
"Have you ever heard of privacy Grell?" Will sighed, shoving Grell away lightly.
"Will, you are in love! Privacy should not be your biggest concern." Grell smirked in an all-knowing way, showing off his pointed teeth.
"How di-" Will cut himself off, "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"I can see it in your eyes. They are foggy, but there is something more behind them. Something alight in fiery passion!" Grell's smile grew until it reached from ear to ear.
"Grell, stop it."
"Almost...red! Red is the color of fiery passion, and your eyes are FLAMING!" Grell laughed and fell back.
"Grell! Do not be so sure of your opinion. I have not fallen in love, nor are my eyes 'alight in fiery passion'." Will nearly shouted. He stood up, and pointed to the door. "Now, would you mind going? I would like to get to sleep."
"Fine, you are grumpy anyway." Grell rolled his eyes, the smile disappearing from his face, "Tell me who it is tomorrow." And with that, he left. William sighed with relief, locking the door behind the prying reaper.
"I'm not in love. Love is disgusting, and makes you sick. I would know if I was in love."