Woes Of An Immortal

Prologue

Unknown

Death is unknown to me yet I yearn for it everyday of my life. I sometimes think that perhaps I will never get to know death. I don't even know my own name. Neither is my self. Who was I before I forgot everything? Why is this happening to me? When did this happened? I don't know... I don't remember. It's been decades since I woke up knowing nothing.

Forgotten

When was the last time when someone called my name? When was the last time I remembered my friends and family? When was the last time I laughed? I cried? When did I start losing myself? I can't remember. It's been a lot of decades. It's been so long that my sense of reality is starting to slowly disappear. It's been so long since I started fearing about my own death, will it ever come to me?

Numb

During those decades without knowing anything about me, I started to go on adventures, see where my fate leads me. And those times - those days had passed, I can finally say in all my life I had seen great things. Very great things that I can't seem to appreciate. What was I supposed to feel? Is there any significant thing that may lead me to remember something? What was I supposed to do when every ounce of feelings inside me has disappeared along with my memories? Yet I can't simply help but feel envious about the people who found their love. Love makes them so happy and contented. It drives me to the edge, my curiosity and yearning is swelling inside me. If I find something similar to love, will it satisfy me that it keeps me away from all my fears? When was the last time I felt something? I must get to feel love!

Immortal

It was something that I heard. A myth about being immortal, about a person who cannot die even if they tried to die will still be in vain. No one knows how to achieve immortality, no one knows how to not die. Then why am I immortal? I am getting closer... to being insane. I'm drowning in this endless questions that cannot be answered. My head hurts and I am tired.

Endless... questions.

When can they finally be answered? Is there really an answer? Does someone know? I need to know... please.

Endless thoughts.

The only thing I have with me is my thoughts. It keeps me entertained while I travel around the world in search of nothing, with an unknown destination. It's not a nice company to have if it keeps thinking about dying, insulting life, and trying to remember things that I can't remember but still questioned it.

"You're a strange one." A deep voice echoes in the cave that I'm currently staying. "Are you sure you're from here?"

Are they talking to me?

It somehow feels familiar. My heart told me so. It fills it with strange warmth and something I cannot quite comprehend and it's beating faster than normal.

A light fills the small cave as the person walks towards my direction. A man can be seen holding a little lamp with his drenched clothes and muddy face, he's dirty and a little disgusting to look at, but what's this feeling? It's so strange.

I want to know.

I needed to know.

What if he knows something that can help me? Even a little information will be enough. Maybe he can tell me what's wrong with my heart? That would be enough.

His eyes widen when he saw me sitting on the ground. A flicker of recognition can be seen on his eyes that filled me with hope. Is this it? Can my questions really be answered?

"H-Hey... I know you." He whispers softly, his eyes glitters along the swirling flame in his lamp.

Is this really it? Can I really be free from this wretched situation?