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Three days was all that remained; only seventy-two hours until her time for judgement would arrive, and then she would be gone, forever, never to be seen by anyone again.
Decim’s heart shattered at the thought of her leaving, his cool composed attitude only breaking once he was finally alone and in his quarters for the evening. How he paced back and forth, night after night as the days slowly grew steadily closer to the time of her departure. No rest was had those nights, and it got to the point where, unfortunately, the woman was asking if everything was alright, noticing the darkening circles under his eyes on that second last morning of work.
He assured her everything was fine, and merely took another sip of his coffee – no, not alcohol – to help him remain awake during the judgements. This time in forty-eight hours, he would be judging her, and she had not a clue it was coming.
The pure thought of him sending her to either Reincarnation or Void sent his head buzzing, causing him a great deal of grief as headaches came and went throughout the day. All their moments they had share and memories they had created would soon vanish, and this troubled Decim. How was he supposed to forget that beautiful smile, the alluring look she gave him, the kind words spoken to him in times of need, and the lustful whispers that were only said in their private quarters. Why was this task placed upon him? Why had he created this conflict for himself?
Why had he been so foolish to fall in love with this woman?
As he rose from bed that fateful morning, he could only hope that he would find a way to end of all this. Perhaps there was a way so that she could stay, remain here with him and work by his side as his assistant for the rest of his time spent here. Maybe only then could they depart together, spending their moments together wherever he was bound to end up after this.
“Good morning Decim. Can I interest you in a drink?”