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But Death did not need to be seen; he was to be felt. He was a weight upon the chest, or a collar buttoned too tight. A fall into frigid, lethal waters. Death was suffocating, and he was ice.
But Signa Farrow was a girl who could not die.
He laughed. The sound was low and melodic, and it had his shadows writhing. “Your name is no curse, Little Bird. I just like the taste of it.”
Eh—?
“You’ve damned me. Now no one will ever want to marry me!” “Marrying?” Death stared at her incredulously. “That’s what you’re crying about?”
Aigooooo
“You never asked for this to happen,” Signa whispered to herself as she braced against anxious onlookers. “You may have thought it, but thinking is not the same as doing. You are good. People could learn to like you. This is his fault.”
Her touch hadn’t killed the poor bird. Her touch wasn’t lethal. Unless… unless there was more to it.
Glad that if she was to be a monster, at least she could deliver mercy.
🥺
What might it be like to be a woman like that? To be swept away across the country by a handsome man she couldn’t stop grinning at, silly with happiness?
Same question, here...
“It’s just that I sometimes find myself wondering why death is so needlessly cruel.”
*sigh*
“I think, for someone in as much pain as she was in, death might have felt like a reprieve.”
“Because death is only a reprieve for the dead, Mr. Thorly. It cares little for those it leaves behind.”
May point naman si Signa dun. Hayst.
Life, she believed, would be much simpler if one had the answers all laid bare before them.
Signa had seen many spirits in her lifetime—too many, in fact—and knew that being in their presence would make one tired, and cold in a way that not even fire could ease.
If there was one constant that Signa could count on, it was that no matter where she was, Death would find her.
“You are too thin, girl,” the woman tutted. “Nothing more than a twig with breasts.”
Grabe namang description yarn 🥲
But Death wouldn’t touch her. He never did.
“And other times you are an endless annoyance. Always, though, you are a fascination.”
😏
“You bear no responsibility for those deaths. Magda’s was the first life you took. Even I was not expecting it.”
With him, there was no pretending. Perhaps this was simply who she was.
There are people who would kill for money, Signa. People who will spin lies into sweet words and even sweeter smiles. You’d be wise to remember that.”
“Good night, Signa. I pray that sleep will find us well, and that we do not meet here again tomorrow night.”
“Grief is a strange thing, Percy, for no two people experience it the same.”
“What you were being was hungry. And if you’re hungry, you should eat. Damn your rules.”
Awwww kinilig kay Death ampotek haahaahaahah
“It matters because you’re better than that. You were not made to be meek or wanting. If you embraced who you are, imagine the power you might wield. Imagine the things you could do.”
Ehe ☺️
“You don’t know me, and you never will. It’s as you once said, we’re both very busy people, and you’re nothing but a distraction.”
Waw
“I tire of these games. I know you better than you think, just as I know that you will never rid yourself of me, Little Bird. As I will never rid myself of you.”
Lagot ka teh
His touch had awoken something within her that she had no interest in quelling. A lingering curiosity to experience the touch of a man beneath her fingertips. It was, as she was discovering, a feeling she quite enjoyed.
Wowerz hahaha
“What will it take for you to accept that I am not your enemy?”
Secret hahahahahahaaha eme
“Ask me, then, and I will answer.”
Oooooohhhhh
“If I have the powers you claim, why did they fail me when I got stuck in the fence?”
“Because you fear them. Because you fear me and my world, and that you may somehow be becoming part of it.”
“I don’t belong to that world.” “No? Then why is it that I’ve never met another so...
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Why, then, was it that whenever she was with him, something within her seared hot and fervent?
Yup, why, indeed?
She didn’t hate Death, not truly. And God, what a fool that made her.
“I have tried to leave you alone,” he continued. “I have tried not to care. To not get involved. But we are connected, you and I. Our fates—” “Fate can sod off!” Her temples pulsed with a blossoming headache. “I can determine my own fate without your help.”
“Tell me, do you truly wish me gone? Because I have tried to leave you. Yet every time I do, it seems you find a reason to pull me back. Say the word and I will try again if that’s what you want.”
Bat parang ang drama naman? Jusqqq
“Perhaps it was more selfish of me than I realized, but I couldn’t stand by and watch how they treated you.”
OMG???!!!
She should hate him. But to know there was someone watching her—someone protecting her and caring for her—it was all she’d ever wanted.
Uhmmmmmmmm
“All those I touch,” Death whispered, “die.” His other hand pressed against her cheek suddenly, and he breathed out a wondrous sigh so heavy that Signa’s entire body warmed. “Except for you, Signa Farrow. When I touch you, I feel you. On you, my influence is temporary.”
Gayernnnnn ivaaaa
“Whether you welcome this power or not is your choice, but this feeling—this world—could belong to you. You need only to take it.”
“Is it sad?” she asked. “What you do?”
-Signa
“There are times I wish things could be different.”
-Death
So at times, yes, it can be sad. But it’s who I am.
-Death
I am many things, but what I am not is ashamed.”
-Death
“Yes,” he admitted. “For many years I was alone, forced to spend my days watching the lives of humans, never able to interact.” “But you can interact with me.” “Ah,” he said, “so you see why I enjoy teasing you so.
“Stay out of my head,” Signa grumbled, though there was little bite behind the command. Not until you learn how to talk to me.
“Good night, Death.”
Good night, Little Bird.
“I’ve enough money and status to do whatever I wish without sharing myself with a man.”
Naolsxz hahaha
Then she clutched her own, her heartbeat like a caged beast. She checked her cheeks, too, placing a palm upon each of them only to discover that both were hot to the touch. All this, over Death. Over someone she’d spent her life hating. What in God’s name was wrong with her?
Aysus inlab yorn?
