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"So this is what they mean when they say your life flashes before your eyes when you die."

Betrayed. Battered. Broken. 

Evangeline Vermillion has had enough of her pathetic life. She was young—only in her early 20s—and she had planned to end it all by setting herself on fire. 

That was how she met Death—cold, dark, tall, and...handsome? Huh. Who knew the Grim Reaper could look like that? He takes her hand and guides her through the In-Between, the sacred realm between the Land of the Living and the Afterlife. Together, they revisit her most important memories. From the misfortunes of her childhood, to the chaos and bloodshed of the wrong kinds of love, Evangeline must confront the demons of her past to get to The Other Side.

Through all of the pain and anguish, Death stands with her, an enigmatic companion and unlikely confidant. And in their brief waltz between realms, Evangeline finally finds what she always wanted but never had: to belong and to be loved.

Waltz with Death

When Evangeline of the past was done criticizing the two men's fighting posture, Emman had pinned Dante on the ground and was punching the living daylights out of her boyfriend.

Dante was getting beaten up quite heavily; Death couldn't help but look at him in disappointment.

"And you were comparing me to this guy?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "He's getting beaten up by a drunk guy! And to make matters worse, this drunkard looks unsteady while doing it!"

I sighed heavily, shaking my head. "I know; this was the memory that made me realize Dante was nothing like Boss after all."

"Boss could make Emman cry," Death pointed out. "While Dante--What, is he crying?!"

Just like what Death said, Dante was sobbing and begging for Emman to stop. This made me want to bury my face in my hands in shame. This moment caused me to question my eyes for thinking Boss and Dante were similar.

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