That single question shivers Death to her core.

Abby senses her nervousness. "If you don't want to, that's okay. I won't make you."

"But it's your final wish," Layla quickly argues.

"I want you to do it only if you want to," her consideration makes Death's feet shuffle. "Even if I didn't swoon you, that's okay too. I had the best time with you and that's what counts."

The ticking of the black timer echoes in the silence. 45 seconds left.

"Can you hug me?"

Layla nods while burying a feeling inside. They sit back down on the bench. Death tries to shake off her trembling arms as she questions a part of herself. A pull from Abby has Layla's head resting on her chest. 

"Thank you, Layla. For this wonderful time."

Burying that feeling failed her as heavy tears stream down her face. She embraces her as Abby rubs her back. Death wants to melt inside the inviting warmth.

She feels her head lifted up with a gentle hand. Layla turns her face but feels thumbs wiping her tears away.

"Don't cry. You will make me cry too," her eyes well up.

20 seconds left.

Layla traces Abby's lips with her fingers, giving her permission for the final wish.

"I'm don't have any experience at it," she tells the mortal.

"Ooo la la. Then I will make it worth your while," her smirk turns into a pleasant smile. She cups Death's face in her hands and leans in. Their hearts beat and race as the space closes between them. Layla closes her eyes to burn this final moment in her memory.

The softness jolts her entire spirit. The tip of her tongue can taste the pomegranate chapstick as the kiss continues. Her hands have a mind of their own as they trace down Abby's toned back and biceps.

The mortal's hands find themselves near the small of Layla's back. Death takes Abby's hands to grab the softest parts of her immortal flesh. Murmurs travel between their mouths.

The timer counts down to the final ten seconds.

Death and Abigail break the kiss with a strand of saliva between them. She opens her eyes to see the light fading from Abby's eyes. Even then, she smiles at her.

"I kissed the most...beautiful being in the world,", she gloats with heavy breaths before resting her head on Layla's shoulder.

Buzzing.

Layla's body trembles from Abby's final breath leaving her mouth. She gently captures the visible breath with her right hand while laying her properly on the bench. She closes her eyelids to let her "sleep."

Dark feathery wings sprout from her back, and she flies off to deliver her soul to the afterlife. She drops the soul behind a gated fence before seeing someone that sets off a combustion in her chest. A man in a white toga with a bow and arrow flirting with an underling of his.

A sucker punch to the face interrupts him.