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Here's how it goes.
Everyday, Amelia Watson leaves the house at 9 am, sharp. The usual happens, she works as a private detective. She comes back to her girls during sunset.
Everyday, she wonders about the day she's gonna walk out the door for the last time.
She wonders how she never got to properly say goodbye to Gura, because the shark is usually asleep. Incoherent and clingy muttered words the last thing she hears of her, tail curling around her legs, to try and prevent the blonde from leaving. Amelia doesn't want to.
She wonders about how Calli tenderly sweeps her blonde fringes across her forehead, where she plants one last kiss. Then, the reaper goes to the bathroom to take a shower, and the detective regrets not letting her hands travel further down to her butt. Just one quick touch before she bolts down the hall, as she hears a mad-but-not-actually-mad "Hey!" reverberate through the hall. Amelia laughs.
She wonders about how she manages to steal one last kiss on the cheek from Ina. The sleepy priestess practically sleeping on the table, as she groggily sips on her tea every now and then. Her loading brain probably only processing the affection when the detective is already in another room. Amelia shakes her head, fondly.
She wonders how Kiara's backview would be the last she saw of her, because the phoenix is usually feeling adventurous once again on the kitchen during the mornings. Probably wondering if she should make lasagna again later on the day. Or testing a new recipe to add to KFP's menu. And it's the perfect view to close the door onto, as she snaps out of her head to smile the detective goodbye from over her shoulder. Amelia smiles too.
Everyday, Amelia thinks about how it could be the last time. Their last moments. And none of them would know until later.
Whenever she arrives at sunset, she realizes it never is the last time.
She tries to get rid of these thoughts. She does! And that's the thing, she does think about other stuff.
Not when she closes the door to get on with her day, though.
"Today could be your last day", her inner voice says.
"It could be your last time seeing their faces", it repeats the next day.
"Could be the last they see of you", it haunts, at 9 am. Sharp.
She can't help it. Amelia is the only human.
She is the only human in a house full of mythological beings. And she investigated them! They won't die for a pretty long damn time! If they die at all!
So, she thinks. She worries. She's painfully aware of that.
It could be today.
And then, when the four of them blink their eyes and like thirty seven years have gone past, they won't even remember anymore.
Or maybe even worse: they'd remember, and yearn. Yearn for someone who can no longer return at sunset to them.
Her human life span is nothing more than a blink of an eye on their long, long, lives.
It usually starts, and ends, on their door. These thoughts.
"Might be today!", her head informs. At 9 am.
At sunset, it back tracks. "Well. Turns out it was not. My bad"
And that's about it. She enters her home, where four people wait for her. They welcome her as soon as she hangs her coat behind the damn door. Her face immediately lights up.
Gura runs to give her a hug, tackling her front. Kiara pulls her by the tie, to give her a quick peck on the lips. Ina hugs her from behind. Calli takes her detective hat off and ruffles blonde hair, kissing her cheek. One at a time.
It's as warm as she remembers from when she left.
Those thoughts don't chase her there. They can't - they only like it when it's cold.