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Death, Love and Short Fluff

When met with the Grim Reaper
His heart stopped
She was use to the looks that they got
They were waiting for a man to show up with black coat
Never a woman in a fedora hat and high heeled boots
Ripped jeans, flowing blouse adorning her appealing figure

He stared at her and didn’t ask the usual, “Am I dead?”

He had her taking a step back, “Will you go on a date with me?”

She looked at him suspicously, he didn’t smell like he had alochol in him
She shook her head, “Yes.” She heard herself reply.
She looked around, only to see Eros arrow sticking out of her back
From that day forward she hated the meddling Cupid
She took a certain glee after this was all said and done to take couples
Which left the loving God fuming


Although at present she wanted to know what to do with this man
Exactly what did she get herself into?


"My personality is basically a mix between a needy 5 year old, a rebellious teenager making bad life choices and a 80 year old woman whose tired and needs a nap." - Luna @bpdNymph I love so hard because I know how it feels to be loved so little Labels : : Gamer, Yarn Artist, DM, Hopeful Romantic

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