The morning sun shone through the lacy curtains of Life's little house, shining on Geno's smiling face. Reapers blinds were closed, and when Geno carefully tiptoed in the hall and poked his head into the door, he saw a skeleton that definitely still needed rest.

Geno snuck away, trying his best to stay quiet. As he walked through the hall, there were angry, tired groans coming from a door. Curiously, he opened the door to find Life, bubbling and brewing neon coloured mixtures, a book of spells resting in her lap.

"ughh," Life moaned. "I can't get it RIGHT!" She shouted, hitting her head against the book. She looked up and instantly corrected herself. "Oh! Geno," her tone changed back to the sweet, motherly tone it had been the day before.

"I'm sorry if I woke you, darling. It's just-" she sighed. "I'm having some difficulty with the spell. Give me a few hours, okay?"

Geno looked to the ground and smiled. "It's okay, Miss. Reaper will be asleep for a while still." Geno laughed, leaving Life to her work.

Geno sat in the garden, smelling flowers and reading the book of poetry that he had now read too many times to count. He knew every poem in the book, especially the one that Reaper had recited for him. He closed the book and held it to his chest.

"A smile as deep as the ocean. As pure as the air we breathe. There was no way of knowing, I couldn't bring myself to leave. Eyes that sparkle as if they were stars, the connection between our broken hearts."

Geno flopped back onto the grass, holding the book as if it were Reaper.

"Soon, love."
He said.

"Soon."