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Reaper POV
Paps came in earlier assigning me a job. I better start it. I reach across the desk and grab the vanilla envelope. As I open it I see a photo of a cute girl, her (H/C) hair is in two half braids that fall onto her shoulders, her (E/C) eyes avoiding the camera. Her black dress hanging off her left shoulder. The girl is adorable! I start to read the description, Name: (Y/N) (L/N). Age: 17. Heritage: Unknown. Hobbies: Unknown. Friends: Unknown. Personality: shy, quiet, and smart. Height: 5'1" Reason of death: was with a car by drunk driver. Death day: tomorrow. I can't help but wonder  why so much about her is unknown. I travel to her, currently at the hospital. I hear her speak.....to me?
"Is it finally my time? Are you the God of death here to stop all of my suffering?" I am so surprised.
"You can see me?" I ask her. She just nods. She looks into my eyes, those
(E/C) orbs, baring into mine. Then she smiles weakly, " I have been waiting, I hate this world and what it has given me. No past, No future, just now. I beg you, please tell me it's my time." Those dull orbs were now filling with tears. It hurt my heart. I look away and nod. She thanks me and closes her eyes, waiting for me to reap her soul. I raise my scythe, but I can't. She lay there waiting, her soft lips, almost calling me. I gently begin to remove all medical equipment from her arms. She looked at me. And said quietly.
"What are you doing?" I shake my head,"Something I shouldn't." I gently pick her up and teleport back to my realm. Her hair is covering her face. I lift her chin with my finger.
"My name is Sans, the god of death. Listen carefully, gods only feel this for one being, usually other gods, but I guess I'm special. I love you (Y/N) and I can't let you die, especially not by my hands. So tell me will you be my sweet little mortal?" She starts to cry, did I do something wrong? Then in a quiet voice, almost too quiet for me to hear she says," Yes." My face lights up, I am so happy, I pick her up and spin her around. When I set her down I put my forehead against hers, "I love you my sweet little mortal, I always will." I lean in and we share a passionate kiss.