Humans don't have a heart like mine. A human heart is a line, with a beginning and an end, but my heart is a circle.
I have an endless supply of energy, and can appear at the right time and in the right place. That's why I always find people at the happiest and most miserable moments of their lives.
I see their ugliness and their beauty. I'm curious: how can humans be both good and evil at the same time?
But they have one ability that makes me jealous. Only humans can choose to die.
The Book Thief, Markus Zusak
This is a story written by a kind and conscientious Grim Reaper, about an utterly ordinary yet great soul and an utterly ordinary girl by his side.
Theme: A Grim Reaper's observations of Maedow Elizabeth Warren.
I actually cried, alas, Myrtle, Meadow
Myrtle and Draco, in the washroom, Draco told Myrtle everything he felt.
The ghost's affection is eternal, so she will always have admiration for her angel.
Coming, coming! I suddenly feel that Anne Boleyn deserves a fanfic with a magical world setting hahh
At the end, I felt that it didn't matter why I died because everyone is a pawn. What was important was that someone in this world could really bring beautiful and eternal hope to Tao. No matter who this person was, Tom was just a representative.
In fact... Death cannot take away Voldemort's soul... Because his broken soul is stuck between life and death, but this state is considered by many people to be worse than death.
Ah, I suddenly feel that the God of Death is so warm??????
Tom Riddle, the old Gu King, the fighter among the spicy chickens
I feel a little bit uncomfortable╯╰ Crying Myrtle finally let go. She once thought that Riddle of Light had killed her, and in the end she just wanted an apology from him.
I thought this was the end of the story, but it turned out to be the beginning hahh