A/N
I'd like to apologise now because when I'm sad I tend to write sad things... And when I'm sad is also when I tend to update my stories (most of the time) but I'll try to make this one not too sad. Also I'm sorry it's so short.

"I hate Grim Reapers."

That's what you've been told to think. That's what you'd keep telling yourself, but it was useless, because it wasn't true.

"I love a Grim Reaper."

Now this was something you couldn't deny. You had fallen for a God of Death and there was nothing you could do about it. You were disappointed in yourself for letting such foolish feelings get in the way, after all, a Demon and a Grim Reaper together has never been heard of... And never will, but that never stopped you or your Reaper.

Your Reaper

You could never call him yours. He would always have to go off with some other girl, because that's who he was before he met you and if he stopped acting like that it would be suspicious but it broke your heart, and it broke his knowing what he was doing to you.
When you would meet while out with your Master you would have to give him a look of distaste, and it hurt.
You had fallen for the God of Death and there was nothing you could do about it. Except keep it a secret.
At night you both would meet, not every night as sometimes he was... occupied... but some nights, most likely every other week once, you would arrive at the same place, the same time and wait. He'd arrive a few minutes after and you both would go for a walk, holding hands and talking about things that happened. He would leave out what girl he would've spent time with, knowing it would kill you a little more inside. You both would then normally go get some Ice-cream. Even though none of you needed to eat, you decided to do it anyway.
And when it was time to say goodbye, you guys had spent a few hours together, you'd always feel yourself tear up slightly. He would hug you and rest his head on yours as you were shorter than him. You would bury your head in his chest and take a deep breath in. Lots of kisses would be stolen before he'd hug you one last time and disappear, and you'd do the same, forcing yourself to forget about the one you have fallen in love with.
And maybe, just maybe you would be able to call him yours and be proud.
Maybe one day you will be able to have your relationship out there without being frowned upon.
Maybe. One day.