Celtrist

“You’re fine, Kid,” you muttered for seemingly the millionth time that day. You never were quite sure why you bothered saying that to the young Reaper. Despite your quiet words, he continued his morning ritual of checking and fixing literally everything within his home. You knew well it never eased his anxiety, and it pained you to see him this way. It may have caused those around him to mock his condition, even grow angry with him. But, just as physical illness should be treated with respect, so should a disorder of the mind. Especially one that triggered so much apprehension... But, you figured it was still enough to sh