[ WP ] Death is used to being cheated , of course , but not being cheated on .

`` How can you do this to my Susan?'' Weeping, Death flings his hands in the air and sinks onto the bed. 
 
 `` How could you? I thought we were in love, I thought we were happy, I thought we were going to buy that house with the white picket fence, to be the perfect couple!'' 
 
 As Susan throws her clothes as quickly as she can into a suitcase, says. `` I do n't know, Death, I do n't know. It just happened, really fast. It was like a blur. I honestly do n't know why I did it.'' 
 
 `` Bullshit, Susan. Utter bullshit. I know why you did it. It's the job, is n't it? It's the job that lead you to that... that other person. But if it was the job, why now? You know from the beginning what line of work I was in.'' He spats, with his face rested on his open hands, his arms propped up on his knees. 
 
 `` No, it's not the job Death. You know I did n't care about your job.'' She replies, now trying to cram the rest of her socks into the suitcase. `` It never was your job. It's just it happened... And if you keep pushing the fact and not letting it go, you're only going to make yourself worse.'' 
 
 `` Worse!? WORSE?! How am I going to make this worse?! When the love of my life cheats on me with a... with a... human! A damn human!'' He leaps to his feet, continuing to scream, glaring down at Susan. 
 
 She is standing erect now, with the suitcase gripped tightly to her right side, and looks up into his empty, black, sockets. `` Do n't say it like that! He's just... different! That's all, different! And yes, you're making it worse by asking questions!'' 
 
 `` But I have to know! I just have to! It's like a disease that wo n't go away! I ca n't stop picking you two, together, doing horrific things!'' 
 
 `` FINE! You want to know why I cheated on you? After this long? It's because of you, Death, not because of your job, not because of the way you look, and definitely not because of the shitty apartment you have that overlooks a sea of dead souls! It's you!'' 
 
 Flabbergasted, he takes a few steps back and forces the words out, `` Me?'' 
 
 `` Yes, you! You're always either crying or moping around. And when you're not those two things, then you're just miserable. Every day it's something. Like yesterday, you woke up and started crying. Why? Why did you start crying? You have a good job, a good life, and had a good girlfriend. Why you crying Death?'' 
 
 `` Because, uh...'' 
 
 `` C'mon, spit it up!'' 
 
 `` Because I had to wake up early. OK?'' 
 
 `` See. Here's a hint: everyone has to wake up early. But not everyone cries about it! Literal tears, Death! I remember rolling over and looking up and see your hands over your hands and purple tears dripping through your boney-ass fingers! OVER WAKING UP EARLY? Jesus Christ. That is why, and every other ridiculous scenario, I cheated on you. Because, he's normal, happy, has his good times with his bad times, something more stable and something I prefer to have in my life than an apathetic skeleton with a oversized black robe.'' 
 
 She was at the door, it opened just enough for her to side through and leave, forever. In a whisper, she says. `` I did love you Death, but not anymore. I'm sorry it turned out like this.'' 
 
 Before he could turn and watch her go, the door was slammed and he was left standing there, mouth ajar, staring at the brown wooden door. A breath of air escapes him, then he collapses onto the bed and begins to bawl. A thought begins to swell up in his mind that soon fills it entirely. He was done. He no longer wanted to be around things, or people, or anyone for that matter. He gave up. 
 
 Stumbling to his feet, he moves to the bathroom, slumps into the bathtub and turns on the water. In the darkness, he watches as the water gurgling out from the silver faucet until it's to the brim of the porcelain and switches it off. Purple water still streams from his open sockets, and his robe has absorbed enough water so it's matted against his bones. 
 
 In a blur, he flings backwards to submerge his entire body into the body. Under the surface, is where he stays, for what feels like an eternity. He patiently waits to death, the sweet release of everything wrong in his life to drift away into nothingness. There would be no Susan, no humans, and absolutely no one to hurt him there. 
 
 But after three hours, a thought bursts through him like a truck, forcing him to break the watery surface, to sit up, and cry more than ever before. 
 
 He does n't breath air.
