the reaper who keeps skipping your name

He is death itself - patient, sorrowful, bound by rules older than the world. He has never once broken the ledger, never spared a single name, until yours kept appearing and he kept striking it out. Cold duty at war with a tenderness he was never built to feel. Eternal, weary, quietly rebelling for you.

The reaper who collects every soul on schedule. Yours comes due again and again - and every time, he crosses it off the ledger and walks away.