Unrequited Love

I saw her today. 

There she is, tending the flowers in her shop. With a radiant smile, she greets the people passing by. Kids run and almost bump into her. She scolds them with a cheery smile and the kids apologizes. I can feel my heart beating loudly every time she smiles. I gulp and blushes madly. Here I am, sipping coffee from a café across the street, ogling at the woman I love.

But then, my face fell when I remembered something. Frowning, I look at the notebook I have in hand and sigh. 

"1 minute," I mutter under my breath. 

Summoning all of my strength, I decided to walk towards her. 

"Oh, I always see you here!" The woman chirps to me, "Are you looking flowers for your girlfriend?" My heart quickens it beat, words faltering me as I can't believe I'm finally talking to her. What's more, I can't focus especially if her voice is sweet as a candy.

I shrug but still keep my friendly smile, "Not really, I just came here to tell you I love you," I turn my back, but not before sparing her one last glance, "It was nice knowing you, hope you have a peaceful death," I tell her bitterly. I can feel my whole world crashing down. I hate this. 

With that, I walk away and the woman is surely dumbfounded. I check my watch. 

"10..." 

"Hey, I don't even know who you are!" She yells at me. She's possibly blushing and twirling her brown locks. I squeeze my eyes and begin the countdown in my head. 

"5..." 

"I think you're also handsome, we should get some coffee sometime!" I wave my hand in response. Oh how I wish I could run to you and prevent your death, but I can't. My hands tremble in anger and I ruffle my black hair to compose myself. 

"3..." 

I turn back to her, tears in my eyes and say, "Yeah, that'd be cool. How about tomorrow?" 

"Yeah!" 

"1..." 

What a liar I am. 

At once, the woman falls flat to the pavement. The bouquet in her hand comes rolling in her hand and people nearby gasp. I stop, my hands still shaking and my heart aching.

"Jean Lockhart, died of a heart attack," I mutter bitterly before signing into my notebook. I disappear from the scene to move on to my next target. I keep my loneliness and anguish buried in my heart. I have to perform my duty. 

Being the god of death is never fun especially if you fell in love with someone.