Tales of the Divine (BWWM)

Chapter Six

"Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell."
~Christopher Marlowe

Even though I've reasoned with my mothers death, Cage still urged me to talk to someone besides him. Because talking to him leaded to sex and I didn't mind one bit.

Walking into the therapist office was like walking into an IKEA layout. Everything was perfectly neat and tidy. It almost drove me insane. A black slim figured man was sitting in his brown office chair smiling at me. He stood up as I approached his desk sticking his hand out. I shook his hand and sat down.

"It's nice to meet you Ms. Rae."

"Likewise Dr. Williams."

"Please, sit on the long chair." I did that lounging on the chair crossing my ankles and arms. Dr. Williams pushed up his glasses taking out a chair scooting it next to me.

"So, what do you do for a living?" Do I tell the truth? Or do I tell a lie?

"I'm a reaper. I reap souls sending them to Thanatos aka Death and he decides if the souls go to heaven or hell." He cleared his throat writing something down.

"Umm okay..."

"And how do you like your job? Do you feel as though you are your job?" How am I suppose to answer that? I guess I am it, because shit well I am. I shrugged my shoulders at his question.

"And how are you and your husband Cage?" I sat up facing Dr. Williams.

"This therapy session is about me."

"Isn't Cage apart of your life? You? He did make this appointment after all." That was a good point. A smile formed thinking of him. Cage-

"Cage is everything to me. He's the love of my life. I feel very save with him." Dr. Williams jotted more stuff down.

The session went on for another hour. Dr. Williams started to ask the basic questions like how my early life was, my family, all that jazz. It wasn't anything deeper after that.

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I stood at my mothers grave just staring. I couldn't move, couldn't speak. I haven't visited her grave in over a week and I feel guilty as hell for not doing so. Negative thoughts started to get in my mind though, like why would I visit? To her knowledge, I'm not her daughter, she never had children. But I had to remember that's what happens when you become a reaper. All of your family and friends memories of you disappear into oblivion. Gone just like that.

All the laughs, arguments, celebrations... that's all gone. And there's no way to bring that back. Thinking of all that made me sad all over again.

This sadness is different. You can feel it creeping up your body. It's cold and heavy. This sadness makes me tired and want to fall into a black hole. It brings back my memories of my mom and I. Of my friends, the happy times way before I found out I had a deadly tumor. This sadness makes me think of being human again. The times where I could actually bleed longer than two seconds and my wounds take a week to heal instead of seconds. The times where I could actually bleed...

Immortality is all fun and games until you see a loved one age then die. Until you look in the mirror and you're still twenty five. It dawns on you when you realize you were born in 1965 and technically died in 1990. It dawns on you even more when you are actually fifty three, not having grey hair, not aging like your mother did.

"Ria Rae." I didn't even have to look up to see whom was talking. I continued to still stare at my mothers grave.

"This is getting old Death, toy with someone else. Preferably Sebastian."

"I'm sorry for your lose." I looked up at him and rain started to pour down on us. His silver hair molded to his head. Death's skin started to become paler as the rain got heavier and heavier. I sighed taking it in letting the rain cascaded my body. My clothes were getting drenched and so was my hair. I bet I looked like a wet poodle.

"Is she in heaven?" He scrunched his eyebrows. "Did you send my mother to heaven? Was she smiling?"

"Yes." I said okay under my breath smiling. That's all I needed to know. That's what I needed to hear to make me smile. To make my day, to make every waking day a good day.

"That's great." Then I left him there returning home. Cage and Kaden were sitting in the living room playing games. I ran to Cage hugging him to death.

"Awe baby you're getting me wet." I whispered,

"I'm sorry." Into his ear then ruffled up Kaden's way.

"I guess the therapy session went well?" I nodded my head.

"Imma go shower now."