[ 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

I looked around, he was usually somewhere playing pranks on the squirrels and birds that ca n't see him like I do. Most people do n't make friends with them seeing as they're death and all, but Gary was different. Gary was n't scary or menacing, he did n't even carry a scythe. Instead, he carried around a guitar. 
 
 My friends told me they only see theirs in passing like when a car almost hits them, they can see the reaper pushing it and laughing. Gary's never done that, quite the opposite I think. I've almost gotten killed 7 times and Gary has saved me. I've never told anyone about it until 3 weeks ago. A friend was telling me how their reaper decided to play a `` prank'' where they make a swarm of bees approach him. `` Gary is n't like that...'' I say softly. `` Who the hell is Gary?!'' he asked, almost shocked at the name of my reaper. `` He's my reaper.... he does n't do those pranks though, he's actually...... saved me a couple of time'' at this point my friend is in disbelief. `` Beelzebub'' he manages to get out. `` That's the name of mine. Named after the devil himself. And yours in named Gary...'' my friend had tears in his eyes as he quickly turned away and started to run. I did n't try and stop him, I did n't call out to him, because I was just as shocked. 
 
 I tried to get ahold of Gary after that to try and ask him why he was so different or maybe what made me so different but no matter where I looked I could n't find him. It's been 3 weeks and I still have n't seen him. Sometimes I think I'll see him, when I quickly turn to look it's just the wind. I miss Gary, I wonder if anyone would actually be able to miss their reaper considering when you meet them for the first time you usually are extremely close to death. 
 
 Speaking of, I remember the first time Gary and I met. I was walking out of my chemotherapy and saw him barreling towards me. I screamed and covered myself with my hands. After a couple seconds of cowering in fear I looked up to see a boney smile. `` Hey, I'm Gary nice to meet you!'' That was 6 years ago. 
 
 I stopped going to chemo 4 years ago after my cancer started to recede. I never thought they were connected until today. It's been 5 months since Gary's gone. The cancer is back and in full force. The doctors say I do n't have very long to live, but I've been told that before! I smile through it and pretend everything is alright. 
 
 `` Wake up.'' That's Gary's voice! I open my eyes to see him standing over my bed and I lunge up and give him a huge hug. `` Where have you been? I've been so lonely without you. Where's the guitar? How come you have a scythe-'' that was the last word I could get out before, well you know. 
 
 I never did find out what happened to Gary, or why he never decided to take my life. Maybe he was lonely, maybe he did n't feel like. But from what I've been told reapers do n't wear white.... 
 
 
 
 
 
 My first time responding to one of these! Sorry for any grammatical, spelling or whatever errors in there. Wrote it on mobile!
