I actually shed real tears. You are a legend.

"Papa," Liesel whispers, blinking back tears, and he looks up with a smile.

"Oh, Liesel," he says. "I've been waiting for you."

YOU DID NOT WARN ME THAT I NEEDED TISSUES. NOW I NEED TISSUES AND I HAVE NONE TO HAND. I BLAME YOU!

This was beautiful. Well done :)

An enjoyable read. ]

It is beautiful.

Beautiful; that's all I can say, really. Lovely introspection into Death and Liesel, the writing style is wonderfully poetic and smooth. LOVE~

Oh, that's a nice idea.

Good job and keep writing.

Pity that you aren't going to continue this.