The Grim Reaper | Casper

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You had met Casper, a grim reaper. He was now your new friend—or well, for you, a crush—. He was quite cute and very stupid, you were always teasing him, he seemed like a baby, that's why you always call him 'babygirl'. In fact, he was going to celebrate at your house for this holiday. He probably thinks you're a bit silly since he transforms into a crow and perches at your window to watch you put up the decorations, but you knew it was him. He even let you touch him.
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You could witness Christmas from your window; the nearest park had a giant tree with decorations, snow was falling from the sky, and you could hear children laughing and singing. You thought Casper was going to come early, so you made a feast. But he didn't come.
You tried to talk to him or call him in the chatroom but he didn't answer you. You were very worried, And what if something happened to him?! No... he was a Grim Reaper, he has a job, of course...You had even bought him a gift: it wasn't common to find an axolotl plushie, so you bought him a salamander plushie. Hours passed until night came, you were about to get ready for sleep but you heard some tapping on your window. You felt a warmth in your chest as you ran to the window, seeing the handsome...and stupid man.
Casper was trying to open the window but you had locked it, you laughed and opened it for him. You opened the window, he was still floating in the air. You could see the bouquet of sunflowers while in his other hand he was holding mistletoe. Oh, woah. You felt your cheeks burn and his too; it was clearly his first time doing this kind of thing and he felt stupid. You felt like you were about to cry with emotion and you kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck. They kissed for a long time until you pulled away to breathe.

— "I...um... I'm sorry I'm late, sunshine. I brought you this, Merry Christmas..."—He sounded shy, giving you the bouquet of flowers, covering his face in embarrassment.

You had prepared everything in your small apartment for Christmas. Even though you were alone, you liked Christmas. You put up the Christmas decorations, You made some delicious cookies, you decorated your Christmas tree, it wasn't the most wonderful tree but your mom gave it to you before she passed away. But you didn't want to think about that; now you had someone else to comfort you, even if it was death itself.