Darkness of Their Pasts and The Dangers of Their Future
A month had passed since that tense evening when Lilith and Amon had last spoken. The days stretched into weeks, each one marked by a careful avoidance that had become second nature to both of them.
Despite the heavy weight of unspoken words and lingering glances, they had each settled into their respective routines, determined to focus on their responsibilities.
Amon had grown accustomed to his role as the Grim Reaper, working alongside Gregory's company during the evenings. The nocturnal nature of his job suited him well, allowing him to embrace the quiet solitude of the night.
His tasks, while often grim, provided a sense of purpose and distraction from the turmoil within him. Gregory's company had become a constant presence, offering guidance and companionship that Amon found surprisingly comforting.
The work kept his mind occupied, though every so often, his thoughts would drift back to Lilith, wondering how she was faring.