Snippet #1822411

Life a.k.a. William Wolf

"Hey," he hugged Death and calmed her down a little. She was under so much stress and pressure and she seemed so helpless and weak that William couldn't hold back the need to hug her and comfort her. She was so thin in his arms, so small and so fragile like a precious jewel that cracked with time.
"They are already dead, they are just souls," he whispered in her ear softly so she wouldn't feel too bad about having mistaken them with living people, "Don't worry about them."
William hated making Death think about those who are already dead. He didn't dislike the five ghosts because they were funny and . . . sort of, kind, but having them around made him feel unsure about Death. Having them around made her think about her purpose in the world and he didn't want her to regret it anymore than what she already has.
He stood up and went to go see the five ghosts in the mansion, he patted Death's head before going and smiled warmly. He reached the mansion and walked in but didn't stay far from the door (he had to admit that even though these ghosts weren't mean he was a bit spooked from the fact that they were still a part of the living world), "Hey, you five, I don't want to be mean or anything but if you don't mind calming down a little bit. It's just that. . ." he peeked over at where Death was through one of the broken windows then looked at the ghosts, "I hope you understand."