What happened last night?

It was painful. It was sweaty. It was slow and then fast and then slow again. It was loud.

It was a blissful night.

I was aching everywhere when I woke up. I pouted, ready to be the whiney bitch that I always was.

What good would it be if I cried when there was no one to hold me in their arms if I broke down? I decided that a hot shower might do me good.

When I got out my phone was ringing. I picked it up and balanced it between my ear and shoulder.


“Good morning,” my person said on the end of the line. I smiled when hearing his voice.

“More like painful morning.”

He chuckled. “Sorry about that. I was too hard on you. It was your first time too.”

“It could have been worse.” I struggled with putting on the towel around my head while on the phone.

“I like your positivity.”

I wanted to scowl so badly, but his voice alone sent butterflies to my stomach and what felt like a hairball in my throat.

“Thank you.” He added. “For doing that with me. I would like us to do it again, but I know how much pain you must be in.”

“We can do it when I start feeling like a normal human again.”

“Sorry,” I could hear his pout through the phone. “Next time I’ll be slower.”

“Mmm.” I smiled, holding my phone on the other ear. I had finished putting on the towel. “I enjoyed it, though. I really did.”

“I know you did.”

“What will you be doing today?” I curiously asked, plopping down onto my bed.

“Thinking about you.”

I scoffed. “That’s the cringiest line yet.”

He chuckled. “Sorry. But I’ll be coming over to nurse you, baby. Wait for me.”

“Okay.” He said goodbye and then hung up, leaving me in a dazed expression. I really wanted to see him. I couldn’t wait, especially since he would be taking care of me.

I stood up from the bed, carefully walking to make tea in the Kitchen. My body ached everywhere, but it was worth it.

Last night my boyfriend helped me through my first workout routine in ten years.

It was hard, but he made it so fun that I forgot I was even working out. Until this morning that is.

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Reaping Love

10: What now?

What now?

Denise was sitting on a rock at the edge of the forest. From there she could see the whole city. It was beautiful. She could also see the sun setting behind the mountainous city.

“Is he happy?” Albai had appeared next to Denise. He did not understand how she knew it was him, or that he was there.


“I thought that the Grim Reaper was supposed to be scarier.”

“I’m not scary.”

“I know.” Denise paused. “I thought that you’d never come back.”

“I’m sorry.” Denise glanced at the reaper with raised eyebrows.

“You look different.”

“I’m human now.” Denise nodded. “My name is Albai.”

“Albai? That’s a pretty name.” The reaper nodded. He did not feel awkward about the situation, but they were both comfortable in each other’s presence. “So, what now?” It was dark. The sun had completely set. The only light left was from the lit up city. The reaper shifted closer to Denise until he could feel her body heat. He couldn’t feel her feelings anymore.

“I need to learn about my new world. I still need to find a teacher.”

“Hmm,” Denise made a thoughtful expression. She then looked up at Albai. “I can be your teacher.” The reaper smiled.

“I’d like that.”

“Albai?” He looked at her. “Do you have a surname?”

The end

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Reaping Love

9: Sickly


“You’re going back, aren’t you?” Albai’s senior asked. They were in the senior’s office. Albai nodded.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“Albai, let’s talk.” They walked to sit down. Albai sat next to his senior on his couch.


“You’re not the first to get sick, you know?” Albai stared at his leader in confusion. He was starting to have human emotions, which both scared him and excited him at the same time. “This has been happening for centuries. Do you know the cupids?” He nodded. “They are the one’s that make sure that love doesn’t disappear. They show beings the way to love, just like we show them the way to the afterlife. They make sure that everyone has a soulmate. Humans, and also reapers. Why do you think that we get new reapers every year?” Albai stayed silent at the question. He did not know. “You’ve been sick because you found your soulmate, Albai.”


“Yes.” He was thoughtful for a while.

“Denise?” Was Denise his soulmate?

“You’ve been thinking about her. You believed that she was the mark when it was actually her dog. In the picture that I gave you, I specifically told you that the dog was the mark, but you did not hear me, because you were only thinking about her. You did not want anyone else to finish the mission because you couldn’t not see her again. You are sick Albai. You are lovesick.” Albai sat as he nervously shifted on the couch.

“The cupids did this? Do I have to leave now?” His senior nodded, but smiled, which Albai did not get.

“We already set up a house for you. We also found you a job. Everything will be fine.”

“Can I come back?”

“Sadly, no.” The reaper frowned. He had always been a reaper. He knew nothing else.

“Will I be human?” His senior did not answer him, causing a look of horror to paint his features. His senior laughed, something that he did not usually do.

“Don’t look like that. This is a good thing. You can see her everyday now. This was supposed to happen someday.”

“That’s…scary?” He had never felt fear before, but by his quickly beating heart and frantic thoughts he knew that it could have only been fear.

“Yes, it is. You’ve already started to experience human feelings, I see. It’s a good thing. You have to go now. She also feels what you feel. She’s also alone now. She misses you as much as you do her.”

“Should I leave now?” His senior nodded. “Goodbye, Senior.”

And then the reaper disappeared from the office and back to the human world.

He forgot to ask. Would he still have his abilities?

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Reaping Love

8: Day Seven

Day Seven

“It was not supposed to take so long. We needed to be sure.”

“I understand.”

“There are only a few hours left.”

“I know.”

The reaper had just come back from his trip from the Unknown Realm. He felt sick again. No one knew what was wrong with him. His senior wanted someone else to finish his mission for him, but the reaper had unsuspiciously declined. He had never stopped during a mission before, why start then?

The reaper reappeared in the middle of the kitchen and living room of his cottage. He was wearing his normal attire, black T-shirt and black long pants. He wore red flip-flops. He looked at the watch on the kitchen wall. There were only twenty minutes left. He looked at his phone. No missed calls or messages from Denise.

He tried to call her, but it never rung. He panicked and tried again. When she did not answer he dropped his phone and teleported to her room.

He did not notice, though, when his phone started ringing and the ID was Denise.

Her room was empty. He felt a tug within him. It was almost time. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing. He let the force take him to where he was supposed to be.

When he opened his eyes, he was in a room. He saw Denise. She glanced towards him but then quickly turned away. The reaper wanted to believe that she had not noticed him, because he was supposed to be invisible, but he knew she had.

He was in an animal hospital. Denise was wearing a dark dress and black takkies. She was standing next to her mother. Her brother and father were not there. The reaper walked closer and noticed that on the table was Munchy. He was staring at Denise, who had tears rolling down her cheeks. Opposite them stood a doctor with an injection in his hand.

He frowned.

He watched the dog, that he once hated, as the doctor injected him. Denise brushed it’s fur during the process. She put her head on her mouth when the dog’s eyes closed, to try to stop hersrlf from crying. It was gone.

The room, at the moment, was filled with sadness. The reaper tuned off the emotions. It was time. He stared at Denise and waited for something to happen to her. Anything. Nothing happened.

He heard a bark and looked down. The dog. Denise was not dying. The dog was. Denise suddenly stopped crying, in the arms of her mother and looked at the reaper. He bent down and picked up the dog. Feeling happier. It was never Denise.

“Hi,” he patted the dog’s head. “You’re going to a better place now.” He looked up at Denise and she was looking up at him in shock. Her mother was panicking next to her, wondering what Denise was looking at.

“I’ll come back.” He said before he disappeared with Munchy wagging his tail happily.

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Reaping Love

6: Day Five

Day Five

The reaper was awoken from his deep slumber by loud knocks. He opened his eyes, feeling confused. He looked around the room.

He didn’t usually sleep. So why was he waking up…from sleep? There were knocks again and he shot up from bed. Who was knocking on his door? He got out of the bed and walked to the door. When he opened he was surprised to see Denise, smiling and holding a picnic basket in her hands.

“Good afternoon.” The reaper stared at Denise in confusion.

“Afternoon?” Denise nodded. How did she even know where he lived?

“It’s one minute past twelve.” The reaper nodded, but was still confused. Until he suddenly remembered what happened the previous day. It was a bit fuzzy though, with gaps in his memory. He stood aside and let Denise in. “You look better, that’s great.” She was wearing a lovely pink floral flowy dress that ended at her knees. Dresses looked good on her. Her hair was in a top bun with a pink ribbon tied around it.

The reaper closed the door as Denise walked towards his kitchen. It was a small cottage, so the kitchen and living room were in the same place. There was no dining area.

“You looking fine means my soup didn’t kill you. Yay!” The reaper smiled, following behind Denise. She really was a caring human. “I bought some ready-made food for you. You know, to not risk you dying and whatnot.” She put the basket on the small kitchen counter.

“Are you that bad of a cook.” Denise shrugged.

“I don’t cook a lot, so we can’t be certain.” The reaper smiled.

“Thank you for thinking about me.” It was not an act. He was genuinely grateful for Denise. He was happy that he had Denise by his side.

It was sad, though, that she would be dying in two days.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll prepare brunch, while you go wash up. You don’t smell so good.”

“Thanks.” The reaper was sarcastic, but went to take a bath. He did not smell, he knew that, but he did look a little…dirty.

Usually the reaper would snap his fingers and he would be clean, but he was once told that showers were therapeutic. So he got ready to take the first shower in a very long time.

In the bathroom as he was getting himself ready for a bath, the mirror moved. He looked at it and tilted his head to the side. It was almost like when a pebble is thrown in water, it was the same effect, but in the mirror. The mirror moved until it showed the face of a person.

“Senior,” the reaper bowed his head. His senior, just like him, did not look as old as he actually was. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties. He had a dark shadow on his jaw and a stern look on his face.

“We heard your distress call. We couldn’t contact you for the last fifteen hours.”

“I was sleeping. I apologise.” The reaper bowed his head, once again.


“I seem to be sick.” His senior looked at him for a while. “I cannot remember most of yesterday’s events. All that I remember is that I felt pain.”

“Reapers do not feel pain.” His senior stated.

“I am aware.” The senior seemed thoughtful.

“You need to come back to the Unknown Realm as soon as possible so that we can check you up.”

“I cannot. My assignment has not yet ended. I have two more days on Earth.”

“Two days.” The senior shook his head. “That’s too long.” He said to no one in particular before his face vanished from the mirror. The reaper stared at it for a little longer, before he carried on undressing. Their conversation was unfinished.

The shower was as therapeutic as he was told. For a while he actually forgot about him being sick, with only one constant thought in his mind. Denise.

A little later…

“Wow, you look handsome.” Denise said as she looked up from the TV. She smiled at the reaper, making him feel…excited?

“I try.” Denise laughed. She pointed behind her to the kitchenette.

“Food is on the table.”

“Oh, thank you.” The reaper smiled when he saw the food. Pancakes, yum. There were pancakes on a plate with orange juice on the side on a tray. He took it and went to sit next to Denise. “You should stop spoiling me, you know,” he said as he took a bite of the pancake. “I’ll start getting sick more often.” Denise laughed.

“I won’t mind. You’re great company.” The reaper smiled as he moved closer to Denise. He could feel her sincerity, but also her sadness. Ever since she had arrived she had been sad. She was also worried, but mostly sad. He looked down at her with a ghost smile on his face. He hated that she was always upset.

“Let’s go out tomorrow.” Denise looked up at him and pouted thoughtfully. She then nodded and smiled.

“Okay. Sure. Is that a date?” The reaper tilted his head with a small smile on his face.

“Do you want it to be a date?” Denise stared at the reaper for a long time before she nodded.

“You just have to be romantic.” The reaper shifted even closer to Denise, causing her to not look away from him.

“I can be romantic.” Denise smiled.

They watched a movie before Denise received a phone call. The reaper could feel the worry radiating from her as she stood up and rushed to the next room. She whispered into the phone so he couldn’t hear her. He could have used his skills to listen on her conversation but felt like he would be invading her privacy. He had never felt like that before.

She rushed back into the room. “I have to go. I’m sorry.” The reaper shook his head.

“Is something wrong?” Denise seemed to be close to tears as she started to get ready to leave.

“Munchy ran away.” The reaper stood up.

“I’ll go with you.” Denise shook her head and put her hand on his chest.

“Stay, you’re sick. I’ll tell you what happens later.” The reaper watched her as she looked at him with hurting eyes. He closed his eyes, feeling all the feelings that she was feeling. They were all strong. He nodded. He opened his eyes and held her hand.

“I’ll walk you out.” Denise gratefully smiled.

As soon as Denise left the reaper felt his mood also deflate. He wanted to comfort her. He wanted to be there for her. He felt so useless.

He stopped before he got to his couch. Three men wearing dark outfits and blank expressions stood in front of him.

“Albai,” One said. The reaper looked at them with the same blank expression. The one man in the middle had spoken, “we heard about your predicament.”

“We are here to take you away.” The man on the right said.

“What about my mission?” The reaper did not make it obvious that he was scared of not being able to say goodbye to Denise.

“You’ll be back before nightfall in this realm.” He nodded and then they all disappeared, one by one, with the reaper being the last one.

What the reaper did not know though, was that Denise was standing behind the door. She had just come back because she had left her phone. When she saw the strange men through the window she got worried and stood closer. They were not there when she left only a few seconds before. She peaked into the room and there was no one there.

She walked into the house in confusion. What had happened? She peaked into the bedroom and they were not there either.

It was like they had disappeared into thin air.

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Reaping Love

5: Day Four

Day Four

It was the reaper’s day off. He was in the guest cottage that he had temporarily rented. He was walking bare foot, as always, with a bowl of porridge in his hands. His jersey was on the floor, he kicked it away and it disappeared to where it wouldn’t be considered untidy.

He plopped down onto the beige sofa and started changing the TV channels.

Sport. Sport. News. Food. Sport.

He sighed and decided to throw the remote onto the sofa. He ate a spoonful of the porridge and then spit it out. It didn’t taste as good as when he was with Denise. He wasn’t even hungry, so he put the bowl on the table in front of him and then laid his head on the sofa and outstretched his legs.

Most of the time on his fourth day he would go back to the Unknown Realm —that is the place where all reapers lived—and go meet up with his colleagues and talk about their marks. He did not feel like it though. He just wanted to see Denise.

Why? Why did one human affect him in such a way?

He could go to her house and watch her, like he used to, but that couldn’t happen anymore considering that she could see him. Which was strange.

He perked up from the sofa. That is strange.

Denise. There should be a reason as to why she could see him when all the other humans couldn’t. Maybe she wasn’t human.

Denise van Blou.

As the reaper sat and thought about Denise, he started to feel an emotion. Growing from the pit of his stomach. It was a feeling that he had never felt once before. His stomach turned and churned in the most uncomfortable manner. He felt as though he would throw up, but he didn’t. He touched his stomach and tried to get off of the sofa, but ended up kneeling on the floor instead.

His throat was dry and his breathing turned strained. He coughed violently. When he finally stopped he saw blood splatters on the floor. His vision blurred. He tried to stand up to call his senior, but only ended up falling back down. He clutched his stomach as he fell on his side.

Reapers do not get sick. He coughed. His head was on the cool tile which calmed his sudden feeling of nausea, but only a little. Reapers do not get sick.

He stared at the blurry lightbulb as he kept on passing out and waking up again. He was dying. That was the only explanation. There was no other logical explanation.

Because you see, as a reaper that has been alive for hundreds of years, when something that you’ve never heard of happens the obvious answer is death. I could be wrong, just like the reaper was on that day. I mean, it was still the fourth day. He still had a mark to take to the other side.


So as the reaper slept like the beauty he was. He was woken up by the smell of soup. He sniffs. Chicken soup. He tries to raise his head, but his whole body aches. He goes back down and stares at the white ceiling. He heared footsteps and looks towards the door of the bedroom.

“Denise?” His voice is coarse when he spoke. He was both bewildered and excited at the sight of her. She was wearing black shorts and a plain white T-shirt.

“You’re awake.” She smiled, causing him to be even happier about seeing her there. “I thought that you were dead for a second there.” The reaper blinked as Denise smiled at him. How did she know where he lived? It was strange. How did she know that he was…sick?

“How did you find me?”

“You called me.” The reaper furrowed his brows in the most cutest of ways as he frowned up at Denise. He was actually confused for once. “Yeah, when I arrived here you were out of it. But I called the house keeper and he helped me take you to bed. He then called the doctor and well…you owe him some money.” Denise looked at the reaper seriously. He was smiling. He ended up laughing, but was also holding his stomach due to the pain.

“Mark, this is a serious situation.” Mark calmed down. He nodded.



“What did the doctor say?” Denise walked closer to the reaper and put the back of her hand on his forehead. The reaper looked up at it and smiled. He liked the feel of her hand there. She made a face and removed her hand.

“It looks like a cold, but it is not. He’s pretty useless for someone who has a PhD.” Denise seemed worried for the reaper, which as much as it made the reaper happy, also surprised him. Why would she be worried about someone she barely knew? “You had a fever when I came here. You’re fine now.”

“Thank you.” The reaper took her hand in both of his. “I don’t know what actually happened, but thank you.” Denise smiled.

“I also made soup. Do you like soup?” The reaper nodded. “I googled the recipe though because I am such a bad cook, but I promise you that you won’t die.” The reaper laughed.

“I believe you.”

Denise was there for a while before she left. It was getting dark and the guest cottage was at the edge of the city. Too far away from her home. The reaper wanted to walk her out, but couldn’t. He was still not feeling well. Denise gave him some pain medication and made him a dinner sandwich, because she really was, a bad cook.

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