[ WP ] Everyone has a reaper . The further away it is , the longer you have left to live . Every day it inches a little bit closer , but it is always there . Except yours , which disappeared three weeks ago

Daisy stared up at her ceiling fan spinning slowly overhead. When she was young she'd make it go as fast as possible and do her best to focus on a single fan. If she could manage to focus then the fan would seem to slow down and she would believe for that brief moment she was the master of time. However Daisy is no longer young but rather old. She had lived a good life but now it was time for that to end. Death had visited her several weeks prior and had begun living with her. 
 
 As strange as it may sound she was happy to have another soul in the house, that is if Death had a soul. She was n't entirely sure who or what death was. All she knew was that he was there and that soon he would take her life. What came after did n't particularly matter, she was so old she had stopped caring. 
 
 `` Death, I'm ready,'' she said closing her eyes. 
 
 She waited. She breathed in deeply, sucking in as much air as she could manage. She waited. This time she breathed in even deeper. She needed to enjoy air while she still could. She breathed and breathed and breathed... until her eyes shot open and she sat up quickly, ripping her inhaler from the desk drawer beside her bed, and giving herself a good pump. 
 
 `` Oh my lord, I almost had an asthma attack. Death? Death get in here! I said I'm ready!'' 
 
 There was no answer, `` Death? Did you go out for milk or something? That's very sweet of you but I'm going to be dead soon so I do n't need it.'' 
 
 No reply. Daisy kicked her legs off of her mattress and slowly made her way onto her feet... before her legs gave out on her again and she fell back onto her mattress. 
 
 `` Oh this is no good... okay Daisy... on three... one, two, three, GET UP!'' 
 
 Groaning and cracking she managed to stand up. She reached for the wall and used it to support herself as she walked into the kitchen. There, on the fridge, was a note with Death's calligraphy-esk handwriting. Daisy, slow and shaking, raised her glasses to her eyes and read the paper. 
 
 `` To my dearest Daisy,'' the old woman sighed romantically, `` how long has it been since I was someone's dearest? That was very sweet of him... it... ummm... focus on the note Daisy.'' 
 
 She squinted, his penmanship being lively but impossible on her old eyes, `` our time together was quite a gift. I enjoyed watching reruns of I Dream of Jeanie and Sex and the City with you. However, as great as your withered hand is in mine I've met someone else and will be eloping with them in Hawaii in which they will die under mysterious circumstances. Yours, but not really, Death.'' 
 
 Daisy's whole face scrunched into the center. What did she just read? Death met someone else? He's jetting off to Hawaii? She crushed the note in her palm before taking her glasses off, letting them rest against her chest on their chain. 
 
 `` Daisy... break out your kittens and yarn themed check book... we're going to Hawaii... why am I talking to myself...'' 
 
 And so Daisy packed her things: toothbrush, toothpaste, wig, lipstick, and her Bikini so she could win Death back. 
 
 As she boarded the plane she checked for any other specters who might try to bring down the plane before she made it to Hawaii. Luckily there were none. She sighed to herself as the plane took off. 
 
 `` Dearest.'' 
 
 How long had she been in love with Death? She fell for him as soon as he appeared mostly because he was the first person to really talk to her in a long time. Was this even love? Did she really care? What's wrong with being a little delusional at her age? She hummed the word *dearest* at different pitches quietly to herself. Dearest. She was someone's dearest. She would be damned if the one who called her *dearest* did n't put her to rest! 
 
 Finally she landed in Hawaii. She raced off the plane and out of the airport. Raced was a strong word, more like hobbled. She was weak from the long flight and low cabin pressure. Still she would not give up, not until she found Death and his lover. 
 
 `` Now,'' she huffed, puffing her inhaler, `` where would a classy gentleman like Death go?'' 
 
 She made her way through the humid and hot to an information kiosk. Where would the most honeymoon of destinations be? She slowly typed into the touch screen, the LEDs too bright for her taste. 
 
 `` Ko'a Kea Hotel and Resort at Poipu Beach... where in the darned is that supposed to be?'' 
 
 It was on the other side of Kauai. She sighed again, this time not romantically. She hailed a cab and was picked up by a nice, muscled, tan gent with an accent. Hubba hubba. 
 
 `` Where to miss?'' 
 
 `` Oh please, call me dearest,'' Daisy gushed. 
 
 The man flinched but went back to his crest whitening strips smile, `` My name is Kaholo!'' 
 
 `` That's not really your name is it?'' 
 
 `` No, it's just something we do for the tourists. So, have you ever been to Hawaii?'' 
 
 Daisy paused and thought about it, rolling down the cab window and breathing in the smell of the ocean, `` No, I guess I have n't. I have always wanted to go however... I think?'' 
 
 `` Then let me show you around the island, unless you're in a hurry?'' 
 
 Daisy looked back to Kaholo and nodded, `` I have some time.'' 
 
 And so Kaholo took Daisy around the island. He showed her exotic birds and fruits. They bought matching puka shell necklaces and he even juggled fire for her. He was one hell of a tour guide. However it was getting late, the sky was changing color and soon it would be time for Daisy to change into her moo moo and got to sleep... so like... seven o'clock. Kaholo took Daisy the rest of the way, opening the door for her and helping her out of his cab upon arrival. 
 
 `` This is where I leave you, dearest.'' 
 
 Daisy could have swooned, instead she gripped his hand tighter, `` thank you for a wonderful time Kaholo.'' 
 
 `` My real name is Joey, feel free to ask around for me while you're here. You're old but you're alright.'' 
 
 `` I think that's a compliment so thank you.'' 
 
 `` Well, until we next meet,'' he raised her leathery hand to his slightly chapped lips and gave them a passion fruit chapstick kiss. 
 
 This time she did swoon but her caught her as she even fell slowly. When she returned to her senses she made her way through the lobby and to the pool. Death always liked pools, usually of blood. She decided to search for him there. But luck would have it Death found her. 
 
 `` Death! It's you!'' 
 
 `` Hey Daisy.'' 
 
 `` I came looking for you! You disappeared! How could you leave me when I was... when I was... how do I word this? You were supposed to kill me!'' 
 
 `` But I did n't.'' 
 
 `` But it was my time!'' 
 
 `` Says who?'' 
 
 `` Says you!'' 
 
 `` When did I say that?'' 
 
 `` When you first appeared in my house!'' 
 
 `` I only introduced myself as Death, I never said I came for you.'' 
 
 `` Then why were you living with me all that time?'' 
 
 `` When I appeared in your home I assumed you were ready to die. But upon looking at you I found you were not at Death's door, you only thought you were. You're not even Asthmatic Daisy and yet you carry an inhaler.'' 
 
 `` My lungs are sensitive.'' 
 
 `` They are n't, you're just sensitive. Tell me about the day you've had Daisy.'' 
 
 `` Oh, well I met this beef cake at the air port who took me around the island. He showed me birds and flowers and we got matching necklaces. It was a lot of fun but that's besides the point, I'm supposed to die!'' 
 
 `` Who's Death here?'' 
 
 `` You?'' 
 
 `` Me. You're not dying today or tomorrow or even this year.'' 
 
 `` I'm not?'' 
 
 `` You had fun today did n't you?'' 
 
 `` Yes?'' 
 
 `` So, have fun again tomorrow. You're alive are n't you? Do n't you think you're wasting it waiting for me?'' 
 
 `` I should keep having fun?'' 
 
 `` That's right, Daisy.'' 
 
 `` I have more time?'' 
 
 `` You are the master of time, Daisy. Do whatever makes you happy and do n't worry about the rest. You do n't need to chase me anymore. I'll come again when it's really time. Any last words before I leave?'' 
 
 `` You're right, Death. I guess I really do want to stay in this world a little bit longer.'' 
 
 `` Have fun, dearest.'' 
 
 And Death vanished into a cloud of smoke. Daisy coughed and reached for her inhaler to help her but instead threw it into a proper receptacle. She took a seat on one of the outdoor lawn chairs, looking up at one of the tiki ceiling fans. She watched the fan spin, doing her best to focus on a single piece. She had managed to slow it down for a moment before looking away back at Hawaii. 
 
 `` I am the master of time.''
