“You can see me?” I asked absolutely astonished.
“Umm, yeah? Am I not supposed to see you or something?” She put on a puzzled face.
It took a moment to shake being stunned, “No one has ever seen before. Ever. Not only that but you can also touch me! This is amazing!”
“I don’t feel like touching you. Oh, you know Halloween is a few months away, right? Are you supposed to be the Grim Reaper or something? If so why do you have wings?”
I shook my head. I am being bombarded with questions. “I am the Grim Reaper. As for the wings, I have no clue.”
“Ah, I see came with the costume?” She turned her head and quickly grabbed the attention of a man passing by, “Hey you, doesn’t this guy’s costume seem a little weird to you?”
The man turned to look where she was pointing; his gaze went past me like normal. He then became confused, “Costume? You know everyone is in normal clothes. Are you ok?”
She then became angered, “I know he was rather plain looking but that is rather mean of you to ignore him!”
…Plain looking? Hmm, so this is what it’s like to feel disappointed in yourself. Not a good feeling to say the least.
The man once again looked past me, “What are you talking about? Are you sure your eyes are fine?”
With this comment, she lost it. She started to hit him, “My eyes are fine! Stop being so hateful to him!” He started to run away while screaming apologies and calling her crazy. She was about to give chase, there is where I stopped her.
“You should leave him alone. Mortals cannot see me.” I say this while looking down.
“I think he was being a jerk. Still, why wearing a costume?”
“This is no costume.” I lifted my scythe above my head and unfurled my wings. She looked at me with wonder, then curiosity.
“If you are the Grim Reaper, then why don’t you have a skeletal face?”
I almost broke down into tears, “I am not a skeleton! Why do they always depict me as a skeleton?”
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She began to look around while I was making a commotion. She seemed a little surprised no one came to investigate. “Ok, ok. I’m sorry. I had no idea that was a touchy subject.” I was already huddling on the ground, clutching my knees. Then her attitude changed as if she remembered something. “Wait if you are the Grim Reaper, am I going to die soon?” She began to take a step back.
Immediately I shot up and grabbed her shoulders, “Do not be afraid! Please do not be afraid! This is the first conversation I’ve ever had! Please.”
Probably jumping at her and grabbing her shoulders wasn’t the most calming effect, but after a while she calmed down. Hearing me plead like that probably made me look pathetic and less intimidating. Now to answer her question… wait, something is off. I don’t know her death. My gut tells me she burned into existence not too long ago, like about two decades. However I usually know when they die as well.
This time I was the one who was shaken, coming to my senses I barely caught her question.
“Hey, snap out of it! You’re freaking me out, please answer my question.” Her eyes burrowed into mine when she stopped shaking me.
I have no idea what is happening, but I decided I’m going to tell my first lie. I straighten my back and stare deep into the pits of her eyes I say as calmly as I can, “You are going to live a long, long life.
She stood still for a moment and stared back. Did she catch my lie? No, no, there is no way she could see through this masterpiece lie. Can she? No she can’t. But what if she can read minds? What felt like an eternity of flopping the conversation in my head, a large gentleman asked if the young lady was well. She nodded and sent him on his and gave me a concerned look and told me, “We need to go somewhere that hasn’t got many prying eyes. Follow me.” She turned around and marched away.