He was a portent of doom.
Which was not what he wanted to be when he was growing up.
What he wanted to be when he was growing up was a fireman, but that was the wistful dreaming of a child. He was descended from a long line of Portents of Doom, and his father would be damned if his son was going to reject his heritage.
And so, despite a short rebellious phase of being gregarious and making attempts at spreading hope while he was in his teens, he eventually embraced being a portent of doom and actually had become quite good at it.
Which made his parents very proud, but greatly limited his attempts at building lasting friendships. It seems nearly everyone he met and developed any sort of relationship with eventually came to an untimely end.
Then one overcast afternoon he met her - at a funeral no less. The attraction between the two of them was magnetic, something they both felt as a tangible force.
Which made sense, seeing as how she was a harbinger of death.
And they lived happily ever after.
The end.
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