swung her around until her back hit the bottom of the gondola. I now hovered on top of her. My body blocked out all the light.
The boat swayed and hit the rocks at the edge of the river with violent force. Her head lay next to the sharp blade. I sat on top of her. “Good try, but I don’t like you prying into my life pretending to want to know me. You’re going to die and there is no trying to change my mind. Since you’re so eager for death, let’s just get it over with now.” I had to go back to mean Aiden to keep from kissing her. Seeing Sabrina’s necklace helped. She had wanted that necklace forever, but it was expensive. I had played at ten gigs before I earned enough to buy it for her.
Bee’s familiar smell seeped into my nose. I brought my face over Bee’s and moved mere inches from her red lips. The cold swirled in frantic motion, my lips warmed remembering hers. She didn’t move even though she could feel my cold breath on her face.
“Go ahead and kiss me. I’m not scared of you.” She closed her eyes.
Eleven
I t was hard to resist as Bee lay under me so warm, inviting. I didn’t want to think, but only escape into a kiss. I could feel the pull of her in me and my soul didn’t itch to collect like a normal reap. It was just me feeling alive; wanting to finally be with the girl I loved. Kissing her again would be the death of us both. My soul was trapped within her and I couldn’t risk losing the rest.
My flesh was warm and my palms were sweaty. I moved in, but stopped when I saw the half heart necklace she wore around her neck. It looked different on Bee than it had Sabrina. It hung lower and stood out more against her ivory skin.
She opened her eyes. I forced myself to turn away or I would get lost in her. I could see far into her. I could see the small part of me, mingling as if it was meant to be there. Her reds, violets and pinks mixed with my pale blue. If it was the ocean, it would be the ocean at sunrise.
She made no effort to free herself from the weight of my body. It was pure torture to ease myself off. She lay there with a frown, and I needed a cold shower.
I stepped off the gondola and held out my hand to her. “Don’t be so eager for death, Bee.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not. You’re making me want to kiss you with your tricks.” Her boot slipped on the rock and she fell into my arms. I eased her up.
“I don’t have tricks.” I let go with reluctance. “Be careful.” I should have never let her enter the crypt to find me. I should never have allowed my soul to seek her out.
“I know you’re a new Grim Reaper.” She put her finger to her mouth. “That would make sense because you messed up. I should be dead already.”
I growled, but that didn’t deter her. I picked up my scythe.
“Come on, lighten up.”
“It’s not funny.” I scowled. I took her by the arm and led her onto the steps of the crypt. I felt her shudder when she went by the stone sarcophagus.
“How long have you been dead? A year, two, three? Come on, no more than five. Do I know you?”
I stumbled forward and gripped my scythe. “How about I ask the questions?” We walked down the stairs. Beads of rain stuck to her black hair, making it glisten.
“Sure.” She shrugged. “Let’s go down the other path. I haven’t walked by the river since I went fishing with Sabrina and Aiden.”
I remembered that. Her brother hadn’t picked her up at the mall, so I did. She was crying because the mall closed. I drove her to Sabrina’s house, slept over, and the next day we woke up early to fish. I put the worms on the hooks for them, but we never caught anything.
The path narrowed as we moved deeper into the forest. It wove through pines and ran along the Cold River. She looked to the trees and birds that flew overhead.
“Tell me what happened the night Sabrina died?” I asked her. I had never heard the story of my death before. Maybe if I did the flashbacks would go away.
Bee
The boat swayed and hit the rocks at the edge of the river with violent force. Her head lay next to the sharp blade. I sat on top of her. “Good try, but I don’t like you prying into my life pretending to want to know me. You’re going to die and there is no trying to change my mind. Since you’re so eager for death, let’s just get it over with now.” I had to go back to mean Aiden to keep from kissing her. Seeing Sabrina’s necklace helped. She had wanted that necklace forever, but it was expensive. I had played at ten gigs before I earned enough to buy it for her.
Bee’s familiar smell seeped into my nose. I brought my face over Bee’s and moved mere inches from her red lips. The cold swirled in frantic motion, my lips warmed remembering hers. She didn’t move even though she could feel my cold breath on her face.
“Go ahead and kiss me. I’m not scared of you.” She closed her eyes.
Eleven
I t was hard to resist as Bee lay under me so warm, inviting. I didn’t want to think, but only escape into a kiss. I could feel the pull of her in me and my soul didn’t itch to collect like a normal reap. It was just me feeling alive; wanting to finally be with the girl I loved. Kissing her again would be the death of us both. My soul was trapped within her and I couldn’t risk losing the rest.
My flesh was warm and my palms were sweaty. I moved in, but stopped when I saw the half heart necklace she wore around her neck. It looked different on Bee than it had Sabrina. It hung lower and stood out more against her ivory skin.
She opened her eyes. I forced myself to turn away or I would get lost in her. I could see far into her. I could see the small part of me, mingling as if it was meant to be there. Her reds, violets and pinks mixed with my pale blue. If it was the ocean, it would be the ocean at sunrise.
She made no effort to free herself from the weight of my body. It was pure torture to ease myself off. She lay there with a frown, and I needed a cold shower.
I stepped off the gondola and held out my hand to her. “Don’t be so eager for death, Bee.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not. You’re making me want to kiss you with your tricks.” Her boot slipped on the rock and she fell into my arms. I eased her up.
“I don’t have tricks.” I let go with reluctance. “Be careful.” I should have never let her enter the crypt to find me. I should never have allowed my soul to seek her out.
“I know you’re a new Grim Reaper.” She put her finger to her mouth. “That would make sense because you messed up. I should be dead already.”
I growled, but that didn’t deter her. I picked up my scythe.
“Come on, lighten up.”
“It’s not funny.” I scowled. I took her by the arm and led her onto the steps of the crypt. I felt her shudder when she went by the stone sarcophagus.
“How long have you been dead? A year, two, three? Come on, no more than five. Do I know you?”
I stumbled forward and gripped my scythe. “How about I ask the questions?” We walked down the stairs. Beads of rain stuck to her black hair, making it glisten.
“Sure.” She shrugged. “Let’s go down the other path. I haven’t walked by the river since I went fishing with Sabrina and Aiden.”
I remembered that. Her brother hadn’t picked her up at the mall, so I did. She was crying because the mall closed. I drove her to Sabrina’s house, slept over, and the next day we woke up early to fish. I put the worms on the hooks for them, but we never caught anything.
The path narrowed as we moved deeper into the forest. It wove through pines and ran along the Cold River. She looked to the trees and birds that flew overhead.
“Tell me what happened the night Sabrina died?” I asked her. I had never heard the story of my death before. Maybe if I did the flashbacks would go away.
Bee
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