Another 100 word Sci-Fi story:
--Suicide Pact--
Josh swallowed the pill as Celestine entered the room. "What did you just do?" she asked.
"What I said I'd do."
"My god... Josh, why?"
"It's Angel, Cel. I can't live forever without her."
"Josh, we could have had other children."
"They wouldn't be Angel, would they?" He set the pill bottle on the floor; Celestine picked it up.
"Cell replication inhibitors. Your life extension treatments will no longer work. You'll age... die. How long?"
"Sixty years max."
"Christ, Josh, you'll only be four-hundred and seventy-eight." She looked at the bottle: one pill left. "I'm coming with you."