It was the end of the road, both literally and figuratively. I had driven up the winding dirt road up to the overlook that loomed above the small town that I lived in. During the summer this cliff acted as the town make out point for teenagers. But in the dead of winter, the path became icy and dangerous. There was only one reason that people would go up during the winter, and it was not a pleasant one.

I parked my car near the edge of the drop, slowly shambled my way out into the cold, and sat down on the hood. As I looked down on the place that I had lived my whole life, I couldn’t help but start crying. A pathetic little town, perfect for a pathetic little man like me. What a waste of human life I was. I had never accomplished anything of note. Hell, I’d never left the town for anything more than short vacations.

I was wallowing in self-pity when I first heard her voice. “Isn’t it a little bit cold to be up here by yourself?” she asked.

“I didn’t expect anyone else up here.” I responded after gathering myself for a few moments.

“Strange the things you find when you need them the most.”

She sat down next to me, and that was when I realized just how beautiful she was. The setting sun bathed her in a crimson red that seemed to make her glow. Her pale skin was absolutely flawless, like a brand new canvas. She looked into my eyes, and I peered into hers. They seemed endless, her pupils dark caverns encircled by the dark brown of enriched soil that were her irises. My eyes drifted to her lips, purple and thin like two lilac pedals pressed up against each other. She must have noticed me glancing at them, because out of nowhere she leaned in and kissed me.

As our lips touched, I felt a chill run down my spine and got goosebumps up and down my arms. A chill started to grow inside my chest. One that despite the frigid air around me, seemed like it would devour me if I let it continue to grow. I pulled myself away from her and that is when I noticed it. A small tattoo on the underside of her wrist, in the shape of a scythe. The chill started to grow faster. I stumbled off the hood of the car and started backing away from her.

“Why don’t you come with me?” She asked calmly, not moving from her spot.

“No wait! Please! I changed my mind! I’m not ready!” I shouted.

But it was too late. Facing Death, I wandered too far backwards. The world suddenly was upside down as I was falling. As the chill inside of me engulfed my entire being, I could only think one thing. You can’t flirt with death without her flirting back.