They were better together, but neither of them wanted to die first.
They lived out the rest of their lives in a pastoral landscape, with nothing much to do except to wait Death. I couldn’t bear to let you die first, she said. No, I wouldn’t survive the loneliness, he countered.
Such sweetness. Such dedication.
And so the banter continued, until they realised that Death wasn’t a joke.
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