| I have lived for a very long time. Immortality is not | | | | this was a new feeling, something totally unexpected. |
| always forever, but for me it has lasted for many | | | | Something I had only ever seen hints of over the |
| centuries. | | | | centuries. |
| During this time I have acquainted myself with the | | | | I don't know if everyone has a soul mate. It took |
| kind of loneliness that a mortal could never | | | | me many mortal lifetimes to find mine. But I know |
| understand. I have seen years pass by in the way | | | | they exist. |
| that others measure days... hours... I am alone, not | | | | I also know that what I was feeling was love. I |
| only as a person, but as an entire society. The world | | | | know it because the next night, I told her what I |
| I came from is long gone. Every world I have ever | | | | was. I had never done that before, spoken the truth |
| known is gone. | | | | to a human. If it had been lust or infatuation I would |
| Then I found a ray of sunlight. The year was 1982 | | | | have seen her a few more times and then would |
| and I was haunting the gritty streets of Manhattan. | | | | have disappeared into the night. But I told this one. |
| It was summer, and the city was alive with the smell | | | | She didn't believe me of course. But I had proof. It |
| of people melting under the heat. | | | | didn't take long before she was running, screaming. |
| She was a sweet young thing. I occasionally dabble | | | | I followed her. I followed her always. I waited in the |
| with the emotions of mortals for my own | | | | shadows watching her, even as she married, even as |
| amusement. Nothing serious... I enjoy the company, | | | | she started a family. I'd like to think that a part of |
| the feeling of being wanted, being desired. I am one | | | | her knew I was there, that maybe a part of her was |
| of the lucky few of my kind with enough control to | | | | fond of her pale shadow. |
| enjoy this. | | | | The greatest sign of my love is that I never turned |
| She was... disarming. I am not usually so drawn to a | | | | her. Even at the end, as she lay there prone, helpless, |
| mortal woman, but she was so full of life. She was | | | | passing beyond. I knew she would not want this. By |
| as elegant as a Roman princess, as witty as a Greek | | | | then I knew her well. I understood her soul. She |
| sophist, and a laugh that set me on fire. | | | | would have rather died. |
| As the night wore on I found myself wondering if I | | | | And so she did, and I was left alone again, to wander |
| were experiencing blood lust for her. However no, | | | | the world in eternal, immortal loneliness. |
