Walking through the sea of people grinding against each other wasn’t easy. Kyungsoo had a hard time trying to not bump into everyone while he goes to the bar to get a drink. This kind of clubs is pretty frequented by horny men who are craving for a fuck. It’s funny because things like that are illegal in the country, but no one monitors it so therefore they don’t have eyes to report the underage girls dressed in promiscuous outfits or the dancers that usually attend to special clients backstage. The world is so mad and Kyungsoo would like to do something about it, but he is just a human against humanity and there’s no way in the hell he could save the life of all the boys and girls who sell their bodies for money.
The thing is, this big thing Tom hates to think about, is that Sybil Crawley was supposed to die the evening the votes were counted in Ripon.
Tom’s not sure of the exact details, broken neck, internal bleeding into her brain, something. It didn’t matter to him.
He wasn’t there for her death, he was just there for the aftermath, to take Lady Sybil’s soul to the great beyond. Guide her on the short, but terribly permanent trip from life to death.
Except her cousin had looked right at him and asked for help. Tom shouldn’t have even been visible to him and less than a minute later he wasn’t. But it was that time in which Tom had picked up Lady Sybil and carried her to the waiting car.
He shouldn’t have been able to do that either.
And Lady Sybil didn’t die.
Tom had been called back and asked to explain his actions and he couldn’t, not really. He had been asked for help and he had given it. He was a kind person and that being his only crime they had sent him back. He was assigned to Lady Sybil Crawley after all and with her he’d have to stay until it came of time to collect her soul.
The other thing, the slightly more inexplicable thing, is that Sybil Crawley can see him now.
And not for a moment like her cousin. All the time, as real as if he were alive. She can hear him too, hear as he explained who (what) he was, why he was there, why no one else could see him, why she couldn’t touch him or perceive him with any other senses.
Hear him as he told her he was there to wait for her to die.
At first she tries to ignore him, hoping it will go away. Wondering if she hit her head so hard she’s gone mad. But Tom doesn’t leave, he can’t. He’s bound to her until she dies.
After a while Sybil doesn’t want him to.
After a longer while, she rather thinks she never wants him to leave her.
Sybil Crawley was not supposed to be alive.
She was not supposed to have fallen in love with her reaper.
Tom was most definitely not supposed to love her back.
It’s a good thing neither of them really care what they’re supposed to do.