Streets filled with bright lights, a rainy atmosphere and he's not sure what he's doing anymore when he finds himself standing on the balcony of your apartment, watching through the glass door. It's so dark he's sure he can't be seen.

The human side of him wants to know if you're alright, the other side of him wants to go before you see him and decide to shoot him in the face. He wouldn't blame you, but he'd be certainly angry.

He's not Gabriel anymore. He knows he's not, he knows he's just terrifying to look at, an old, disfigured man, because that's what he was. Reaper, he's Reaper. But, what kind of reaper is he if he can't even bring himself to deny the past that he once had? If he can't ignore the fact that you're so close but yet so far?

It takes no more than a few moments for him to decide that it's best to just turn around and leave before you can see him, but the moment he does his cloak catches on a plant and he's sending things flying, crashing everything around him. Too much for being a master at his work.

"Fuckin' hell."