16 hours. that's it. that's all i have left. am i overthinking this? hell yeah i am. i'm scared. of a mortal who i've never actually seen or talked to. i mean, i guess i kind of have seen him, but it's not the same. it was all artificial and only i know it happened. he doesn't know that i exist. he doesn't know that i'm falling for him. hard. he doesn't know that i might be using my first meeting on him. he won't even know that i'm immortal. he won't know how much it hurts seeing someone so perfect ageing. it might be a slow process but, you still see it. you see the lines start to grace their formerly seamless complexion. you see the years of stress take to their bones. you see them turn for the worst. the years are never kind and when you're immortal you notice it even more. you see them hurt with more sorrow as their family and friends die. when the outlive everyone they know you'll see their mental state turn for the worst. most people think it's too late for that at the later stages of life but oh they are so wrong. thoughts become destructive, tearing down their self-made happiness with words of knives.
"they should be here, not you."
"you're not supposed to be here still."
"you could've done so much more, been so much more, but now you're here, wasting what little life you have left."
it's an awful thought, but it happens. and when you're immortal, you know who it's going to hit and there's nothing you can really do to stop it. unless you meet them and try to change their lives. for the better. that's it. that's what i want for him. the best end possible. he deserves it. he deserves happiness.
