It wasn’t his time!

“I told you it wasn’t his time yet, mate!” “You don’t get to decide that. I do. I am the Reaper.” “And I am his goddamned Guardian, and I am telling you, you made a mistake. It wasn’t his fucking time.” “Maybe you should’ve been paying better attention.” “Jesus, what am I going to do…

The Arsonist

Aria shifts trying to lessen the pressure on her left shoulder. It doesn’t work. With her arms stretched back and her wrists tied behind the chair, it doesn’t matter which way she tries to rearrange her body, everything hurts. Her left eye is swollen shut. Her bottom lip split. She attempts a deep breath. “Shit.”…