Gabenath Oneshots [Discontinued And Completed]

Immortal

Nathalie is immortal. She travels the world trying to find anyone like her without much success. Unintentionally when she travels to Paris she stumbles into the lives of the Agreste’s. Gabriel’s soul is undeniably connected to hers but he loves Emilie so she can’t take that away. Watching Emilie pass away, she still can’t do anything. She does tell Gabriel the truth, that is over 200 years old and yet he is the first person she has loved, and Gabriel does just the same because he is mortal. Then she is out to find his soul again, it’s always a similar story of a man always drawn to fashion, and with a wife of purity who seems destined to die young. She’ll never get her happy ending but she will always love his soul.

Nathalie has all the time in the world, literally, she is immortal. She had spent time traveling the world trying to find anyone like her, most immortals tried to hide the fact so it was hard. None that she found were people she would want to spend entirety with anyway. 

Never in any of her different lifestyles she had picked up did she plan to fall in love with Gabriel Agreste, or rather his soul. After all, she had lived long enough to see his soul take many forms. In every form, he was a very gifted man with a special talent for some sort of art. Whether he be a famous fashion designer or a traditional artist. It was an artsy soul, that the immortal Nathalie fell in love with, one with lots of passion and ambition. The bodies that the soul was put into were able to be just as creative and the talents he possessed were envied by many.

She was always very similar as well, the woman his soul fell in love with time and time again. A lovely woman, one who looked, and was overall, nothing like her. She was always a star on the rise, whether she was an actress or a singer, she was incredible. No matter who she was, her soul was always loved by everyone. She was a bright, brilliant, shining star, Nathalie was fairly dull, especially when standing next to someone with that soul.

Nathalie was never the woman that he fell in love with, well, at least she was never the first. Most of the time he would move on. In the unpleasant timelines, when he was more stubborn than he typically was, he held onto his deceased wife as though she were still alive. He wouldn't move on, mentally torturing himself until he had died. These timelines hurt Nathalie, she hated seeing him unhappy, she would've done to see any version of him smile. The poor female soul that he loved was just always destined for a short life. 

This time, though, in this timeline, she tried a different approach; she had to, waiting for his soul to find her never did her too much good. 

“I’m immortal,” she admitted to a man that she knew had his soul. 

“That’s impossible,” he told her.

He denied it in many of the timelines where she had told him, regardless of his age. Nathalie had always told him if his life became intertwined with hers. She supposed it was natural to be in denial about such a thing when immortals were forced to hide their existence. 

“I know it sounds impossible but I have this conversation with nearly twenty different versions of you,” Nathalie tells him.

“Tell me something that always stays the same,” he says with a demanding tone. He was always very stubborn in all of the lives he had lived.

“You are always creative,” the immortal smiled, “destined to become a designer or an artist of some sort. Your eyes are always blue too.” 

“What about something that changes?”

“Your name, obviously. I first loved Gabriel, then Robert, then Arthur, then Derek, and so many more but they were all you.”

“How do you know? How are you so sure?”

“Because in every life, I’m drawn to you. I wasn't like this with anyone else before and I'm always drawn to your soul. I could fall in love with you a thousand times. I look into the mirror and I can see every different identity next to me with your head gently laid on my shoulder. I just love you.” 

This version of his soul looked curiously at her. Her story seemed so emotional that it couldn't have just been made up. 

“You do feel familiar,” he admitted. She felt like a long-lost friend or maybe a long-lost partner. 

Nathalie smiled, tears forming her eyes because she knew she would still lose him in this lifetime as well. 

"Why are you crying?" he asked, cupping her face and using his thumb to brush away some tears. 

"I lose you every time," she whispered, “I can’t stand this world where I’m just waiting for you to die, only to try and find you again.” 

"I'm sorry," he said because what else was he to say, even if he wanted to be with her, there isn't anything he can do. 

"Yet I'll find you, again and again. I'll love every version of you," she promised.

In a blink of an eye, or at least it felt like that to Nathalie, his body had aged and Nathalie knew she would lose him once again. Hugging him, Nathalie let a hand fall down his shoulder, and let it run down his arm, finally, her hand found his, and her thumb traced circles around the back of his hand.

“Hey,” he might be an older man but they still love each other the same. Using his other hand, he lifts her chin so she is looking into his eyes.

“As long as you love me, I’m never gone. You tell me all the time, the things you loved about each version, so a part of me still lives on.” 

“I promise to find you, again and again. I’ll love every version of you. Until you are gone, I’ll hold you close in my arms,” Nathalie promised. 

Once again, his soul was gone. Nathalie cried knowing she would go through the same painful cycle every time, there was no way for a mortal soul to be immortal like her. It was practically impossible for the mortal soul to be in love with hers. Doomed to a life all too repetitive and cursed as she lived forever