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A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle

Jar of Hearts by Sam Tsui  [It’s a cover song, I like it a lot better than the original)

Eight years since the day Salem had left Seth that one fateful day. He knew it was a bad idea to fall for the reaper from day one, however Salem was selfish. It was a good relationship at the start but slowly Salem began to realize how unhealthy it was. His lover was a murderer and he tried to ignore it and pretend everything was normal. 

Little things reminded Salem of what Seth was, like he could smell the blood on him sometimes or if the taller man brought it up. Seth was going to drag him down with him one day and Salem couldn’t let his life be controlled by someone who could take it away with a snap. So, Salem let him go, leaving him and told him never to come back.

Seth would come back every now and again, trying his best to win Salem’s heart again but Salem said no every time even if it broke his heart a little bit.

The beeps of the hospital monitor were steady but too far apart. Salem wasn’t going to last too long and the doctors knew that. Salem knew that. He ran his hand over his bald head weakly as tears fell down his cheeks. The hospital room was empty, not a soul or a body watching Salem slowly die. His eyes closed for a second.

When Salem opened them again, the room seemed a little darker and a tall body stood in the corner. “Seth,” he breathed. Of course he’d recognize that stature. This was it. “What are you doing here?”

The reaper, stone faced, replied, “You know what I’m doing here, Salem Connors. You know it’s time to go.” It hurt to see Salem suffering like that. 

Tears fell again. “You really kept that promise, huh? Taking my life.”

"You asked me to. I was going to respect your wish. I’m sure you remember. I do."

"I do."

Seth swallowed and stepped closer to the frail, colourless human. The human he loved, who used to be so happy and full of life and so warm. He reached out and touched Salem’s hand. “Ready?”