Death, a naturally occurring concept that's supposed to happen to all. Well, that is, unless you're one of the lucky few to be immortal. That's besides the point, however.

Death is a sense of longing for some, and for others it's something they wish to avoid their entire life until they inevitably embrace it.

You. You weren't supposed to die, where did it all go wrong? Why did you not heed his warnings. You continued to give yourself away. Continued to give and give and give to those you didn't want to see leave, and you ended up giving until you had nothing left. Until you left those you didn't want to leave.

All he wished was to be with you, to marry you. To have a stupid fucking soul baby for all he cares! He just didn't want this. Didn't want for you to die. It hurt. Watching your life fade from your eyes. Not having the ability to lead you to the afterlife. Nothing to lead because you gave do much that your soul just....ceased to exist.

He cried for hours after, his heart so empty yet so full. Love quickly shattered and replaced with pain, a sense of pain he'd never felt his entire life.

Life...he no longer has a life. You. You were his life. You and your stupid, stupid, words. You and your bright smile. You and your caring...sweet....amazing...demeanor. The demeanor that brought you into the sweet embrace of death. But not the death he wanted. No him. He wanted to he your deaths eembrace. Not actual death, but him. A reaper. The best reaper.

Your apartment. Your bed. Your computer. All things that Casper once cherished, cherished with you. Now. He cherishes them alone. Your absence weighing heavy on not only him but everything around him as well. On your pet. On your friends. Everybody who knew you.