Death's Obsession

Summary:

He's coming for you.

Death should come on a wagon of broken dreams or in the dark trenches of a storm, not in love letters and gifts.
Although I was supposed to die, he didn't take my soul. He didn't desire it, even when I offered it to him on a silver platter. Yet he reminds me that I am his: his night monster, his dark love, his perfect counterpart.
Death was the only thing that kept me alive. He watches me from his corner, mocks me with sweet messages, and traces my body with his touch while I sleep.

He took from me the people I love. But nobody believed me when I said that I saw the faceless man on the night of the accident.
No one can escape death. And me? I chase after it.