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He hesitated. He knew what would happen if he fell out of line: he'd
be reincarnated as a human. And as much as he loved studying
about them and their feelings, he was in no rush to become one.
What had he been doing all these years? Believing that
Romeo and Juliet's inevitable death and how it temporarily
ameliorated tensions between the Capulets and the Montagues is
a good kind of love? The two loved each other more than the world!
They didn't deserve such a tragic death. Or in Titanic, when they
were going to run away together, just the two of them, only for Jack
to drown in a shipwreck? That's not loving, he thought, that's no
better than torture!

He thought about the past year and all the “love" he had
brought onto Earth. All the girls who were rejected by their crushes
to go out on dates with, all the men who were rejected by their
significant other to marry. All the couples that ended up in divorce
before death do them part. All that, and in the name of what? Love?
The grim realization that what he had been creating hadn't been
happiness at all, rather a dark obsession under a white repute
made his veins turn ice cold. A world without love risked no chance
of hurting people, he thought. His brows furrowed. It was a world of
blandness, yet it was so much better than the indescribable agony
of even a single heartbreak. His entire body shuddered. Was this
true? Was he right? Would things be better if...?

He had to make the decision now, he realized, as he saw
Anita quietly stuffing her belongings into a traveling bag. He knew
if he didn't act fast the choice would no longer be his. She would
run away, and he would've failed to do his job.