"So, you want me to move in? Well okay but let me get some stuff, I'll come back!"
I waved bye and walked to the forest to where my home was. The old rotted home was about to come down so I was happy to be moving in with the undertaker. I grabbed a few dresses, pictures, and other belongings. I put them all into a suitcase and pulled it out of the house. I kicked the door closed and the walls finally gave out and it all fell. I sighed and turned back to the city. When I got back to the undertakers he showed me a room and asked if I wanted a coffin for a bed. I laughed and helped build it. When it was finished it looked real pretty. (The one in photo) The undertaker helped me set it in my room under the window and I set up much more stuff, I personalized the room. The days that followed I learned a lot about him. He was known to give information about any recent death cases and I happily helped in them as well. The undertaker's nickname for me I loved, he called me his little Destruction. He liked that I was unaffected by the bodies we get but I do help the customers find suitable coffins for fallen loved ones. He always makes them. *yawn*
" is my little destruction getting tired?"
I nodded and he lifted my off my feet. I don't really know what he is to me, a father, a brother, potential lover. All I know is that he is in my life and I'm happy. He set me down in my handcrafted coffin and folded the pink blanket over me. Right before I drifted off I heard the undertaker whisper 'I love you my sweet undoing, my lovely destruction.'