[ WP ] The taboo over necromancy is a thing of the past . You live in a world where it is normal to become a lich and `` live '' forever .

`` You're getting old.'' 
 
 It was a gray and miserable afternoon but Jill did n't really seem to notice. Her cappuccino caught raindrops. 
 
 `` I know, I know,'' dismissed Max. His latte had a lid. The two sipped their coffee in silence. Only one of them noticed the barista added way too much caramel. 
 
 `` I...'' began Jill. She fidgeted with her mug. `` I'm scared of losing you.'' 
 
 `` Are you?'' asked Max. 
 
 `` Well... no. I guess, not technically.'' 
 
 Max lifted his rain hood to take a look at his wife. Her long blond hair was soaked by the rain. Her face was as young as a decade before. The chill of the rainwater made him wince. 
 
 `` I like being alive,'' said Max. 
 
 `` Do you?'' asked Jill. 
 
 `` Yes,'' replied Max, with as much certainty as he was able. 
 
 `` It's nice,'' replied Jill. `` I mean, I remember being afraid. I did n't like it.'' 
 
 `` Do you remember being in love?'' asked Max. 
 
 `` Vividly.'' 
 
 Jill smiled. It looked genuine. 
 
 Max sighed heavily, and sipped. The lid did n't stop his coffee from getting cold. 
 
 `` Maybe someday,'' said Max, reaching out to touch Jill's soft, cold hand. His phone chirped. It was time to head back to work.
