This piece comes from DarkMidnightDragon who is well known for her Memory series, I suggest checking her works out.

Reaper has seen many things die. That is only natural, considering his role within the large place known as the Multiverse. He is death. He brings it and embodies it in the same way that Dream and Nightmare personify positivity and negativity.

 Death had reaped thousands of souls, both young and old. He had watched worlds be created and destroyed. He had seen monsters drown in their sorrow while others remained unaware of another's plight. And death...

Death had fallen in love.

There is no other word to explain what he had done. Reaper had done the forbidden and fallen in love with a mortal. A mortal who adorned all white clothing and a bright red scarf. A mortal who had a scar stretching diagonally across his chest, blood bleeding eternally out of it as even more of it leaked from his mouth. A mortal with an eye that could shine a brilliant blue and red. Reaper cared not for the imperfections, such as the melted eyesocket hidden by a simple white glitch. The red that would stain his cloak whenever he reached out for a hug did not bother him, for Reaper was in love.

Reaper loved Geno, and even if it took some time for the feelings to become reciprocated,

Geno loved Reaper.

 Loved.

Now, Reaper could only yearn. Geno is gone, missing, dead. As death, Reaper did not expect to see love die. There was no pain, no anger, or denial. Simply emptiness, and the lone tears that would drip from his skull. He waited. For the eventual time where the fractured shard of a soul would come to him, for him to reap. The time never came, and hope bloomed in his soul. Geno could return. Geno will return.

Reaper is death, and death has no space for love. Still, death fell in love and death will wait. Wait for the day he is reunited with his dear.

The day he would meet the destroyer.