Two years. That is how long I have been hiding now, and as the years go on hiding seems to become easier. I have to make the hiding harder, so I don't get into a study habit that can be tracked. I am happy that I haven't been found yet, but I believe that any day they might be knocking at my door. I make "friends" with the people in the towns that I stay in. I haven't stayed in any village for more than eight months so far. I am trying to keep moving and staying to make people less suspicious of me. I don't want to be turned in, so that means all the people have to believe that I am someone who travels and checks on how the towns are running or just someone on a long vacation. I am someone who can't be trusted anymore. While being on the run, I wonder what would happen if they found a cure to living forever. I have so much free time now, and that makes me anxious to go back to work after the ten years. Not having anything to do is so boring and uneventful. This new life is more eventful than working at the library is so many ways. I mean I may be on the run, but I still have to wait around due to trying to fit in.
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Death
FantasyThe scenery is nothing out of the ordinary though. The room is green and black with little blue thrown in like any other room though nothing unusual in here. There is even a television in the background with the news on, and there really wasn't anyt...
