“We made a vow goddammit! We would be together until death did us apart.”
“Well then. There's only one thing to do, isn't there?” the sobbing woman said.
The man nodded in solemn agreement.
Three hours later, Death exited the man's room. Tired and dehydrated, Death reclined against the wall, drank a bit of water, fixed its cloak, then proceeded to the woman's chamber.
— Bastian Espada
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