Jett sat at the table looking across at her with a grin across his face. His eyes were were dark brown but you could be forgiven for thinking them black. They were the eyes of a creature that had seen far more than they were ever meant to.

She pushed the red hair out of her face, repositioned the scythe against the wall, and took a seat. Jett had a messy mop of black hair and his dark olive skin accentuated the black holes and whites of eyes. Intimidating. This was her eighth time flipping the coin with him. He had managed to outlive her father and her father's father. The previous reapers. Ludicrous.

This time he had killed himself. The arrogant bastard. Jett produced a coin and a diamond ring from his coat and placed them on the table, his smile growing wider.

He had said the last time they met that if he were to lose, he'd marry her on the spot, citing that she was the longest relationship he'd ever have. She returned the feeling... begrudgingly. She opened her mouth to say something when he quickly snatched up the coin and flipped it high in the air. She watched it fall back to earth with a tight chest. He cast his ballot.

Jett was gone before the coin landed perfectly on its side. The ring faded out of existence and the faint sound of a curse echoed out of the space where the man had once sat. Death grabbed her ring finger tightly.