Prologue.

Grayson had just turned off the lights, about to sleep when a chocking smell drifted past his nose.

He recognized it at once.

Smoke? What is burning? 

He thought looking out of the window where the unfriendly smell was coming from.

His neighbor's house.

As he strolled over so did the smell become thicker and thicker.

Something is wrong. He acted quick, one hand gripping on the window frame, he jumped over so he was standing on the small brick extension below the window. His back pressed to the wall.

Securing his footing, he slowly crept over to his neighbor's balcony and with one hand hoisted himself up with a trail of sweat rolling down the side of his face at the heat.

As he walked through the balcony door, Grayson could hear the sound of fire crackling fiercely, as well as a series of harsh cough.

The fire hadn't spread much, but it was still much of an hassle to breath. So he had one hand covering his nose as he looked around for a way to put out the fire.

He looked back at the rope of clothes in the balcony then there was also a bucket of soaked clothes.

It's about saving a life. He said to himself. And in the next second more than half of the fire was put off. While the rest was dealt with, with the clothes that were hanged on the rope.

Grayson wiped the sweat off his forehead then turned around to meet the short blacked haired who was sitting on the floor, legs apart, with a red face and teary eyes.

"It's you. Again." He deadpanned with suspicious eyes.

"I really didn't mean it." She hip cupped lightly. "It just *hiccupped* "caught fire."

Grayson sighed loudly, and was about to ask her what she was doing when her eyes rolled white and she fainted.

"This...." Grayson stared blankly. 

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At the hospital, Grayson sat in a straight posture as he waited for her to wake up.

The nurse walked out of the room, a light smile on her lips. "she will be fine. Just inhaled a bit too much smoke and that's all."

"Thanks." Grayson replied in relief.

"Ahhh....also she is wake. You can go in." The nurse further added as she walked off.

Without a thought, Grayson strolled into the room. And they both met each other's eyes.

"Okay?" He arched a brow. Sliding into the chair by the bed.

"Hmm.." She nodded. And they both fell into silence. Lasting for almost ten seconds.

"I wasn't trying to...."

"That's not what I saw." Grayson cut her off.

Another moment of silence.

"I am sorry." Her head hanged low as she said. "For bothering you."

"What's your name?" Grayson leaned into the chair, hands crossed over his chest making his voice sound more magnetic and enticing than usual.

Something she noticed as she fumbled with her words. "Skylar—Skylar Hart."

"This is the fourth time already Skylar." 

"I told you, I really am not trying to commit suicide."

"Really?" Grayson ticks, fishing out a small rumpled note from his pocket. "And what is this?"

"That—" Skykar's face paled visibly. "I—I—am not."

"Once is a coincidence, two is a jinx, three, a maybe. And four, it becomes a fact." Grayson flicked the sheet with curiosity. "Still going to deny it?"

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Flashback

Three days ago.

Skykar had two lines of tears streaming down her cheek but she refused to make a single sound.

It was already more than she could bear as she balled her hand into a fist to stop them from shaking.

It's a lie. It's a prank right? It's all a prank......

Right?

The text!! This!!

Her brain continuously registered the fact but her heart found it hard to escape as it desperately searched for an excuse.

It's a normal human reaction to pain. Trying to avoid it even when they know it's there.

Still, you could see the desperate pleading in her eyes. More than enough to voice out the words she desperately wanted to say.

"Let me drop you at home." Nathan step forward with a frown. "Okay?"

Skylar blinked at the unfamiliarity. Her back soaked with could sweat.

How come everything changed in just a day?

In just a day her whole life has withered away, like a dying rose after a full bloom.

Unconsciously she stepped back. Once. twice.

Everyone is staring. Everyone is watching. Everyone will judge.

Stupid Skylar.

She turned around. Doing what she knew best.

She ran. Faster than she has ever done. 

No direction. She just wanted to get away from their eyes. She wanted to hide.

Won't it be better if the ground could just swallow her up?

If she could just die at the moment.

The thought has just crossed her mind when she heard a loud honk.

Startled, she tripped on her shoe and gravity immediately took action, pulling her to the ground with a loud crash.

With pain overflowing. Skylar rolled on her back. Her lungs contracting as a volt of electricity assaulted her already tensed nerves.

She breath heavily. Lips trembling.

I am sorry Lord. I don't want to die. 

I don't want to die, am so sorry....

I am so very sorry Lord.

"Are you okay?" A clear muscular voice came from above her heard. "Miss?........ma.....m"

"Huh....." Skylar blinked repeatedly to clear her teary vision and slowly she began to see the outline of a figure.

Black hair that blended with the night, black suit, a rough zebra strip tie. Equally blank pant that contains a pair of long legs.

A grim reaper?

Did I die....oh Lord? A big question mark appeared on her head.

But....

She looked back at the car which was parked some deere away from her.

I definitely didn't get hit. There wasn't any pain either. Except for the fall of of course.

Or is death really painless as they say?

Is this my ghost??

"Miss... Miss?" Mr Suit A.K.A named grim reaper squatted. Waving his hand in her face.

Also giving Skykar a clearer look at his face.

But nothing could be noted as her attention was fixed on those alluring green eyes.

Unconsciously. She asked. "Are you a grim reaper?"

"Miss. Did you hit you head?" A crease claimed.up his forehead.

No. He is not then.

After all how can a grim reaper be that handsome.

"I am fine. I just....." Skykar waved him off the stood up only to fall right back down.

Ouch...ouch.....

"I think you sprained your ankle." Mr suit. A.k.A. no longer Grim reaper frowned deeper. "Let me take you to the hospital."

Does hospitals treat heartbreak too? She wanted to ask but stopped herself just in time. Instead saying.

"I will be fine."

Plucking both heels of her foot. She stood up again. Staggering back and front like a drunkard. "Thank you.....and sorry..."

Watching her walk away Grayson thought it would be the last time he ever saw her. 

Have he ever been so wrong?