DAN'S POV
I've lived for too long. I stopped aging 1643 years ago. You can't die or grow old even until you have met your soulmate. My family is dead, every friend I've ever made is dead and every person I have ever loved is dead. I hate living I hate feelings. I shut myself off over 900 years ago it hurt too much watch the people I love being happy, age and die time after time after time. The worst part is suicide is useless you can't die without your soulmate being a major part of your life. I've lived for almost seventeen thousand years. I must not have a soulmate. I've taken almost every University degree. English never really interested me but the course was cheap, well for York university, so I took it.
there is this one guy who sits next to me. he has been trying to get close to me all semester. the more a shut him down the more he tries. I haven't let anyone in but this guy is different. he's determined to get to know me. What's the harm in being his friend this is Univesity, i'll know him for 4 years and then we will never see each other again. that cant hurt too much, right?
I've haven't talked to anyone properly in close to a thousand years. what if he asks my past, how long its been since I aged or if I meet my soul mate. we have a lecture today maybe its worth it. maybe he's worth it.
The class entered as usual. loud chatter echoed through the hall. He walks up smiling and sits down next to me. "Hey!" he said "Hi" his face lit up when I replied, "so you can talk" he laughed "I can I just haven't had a reason too in a very long time" I smiled "I'm Phil by the way," he said extending his right hand "Dan" he smiled at me and started to pay attention to the lecturer. I found himself constantly looking over at Phil. I noticed how his whole face smiled with him. How his hair held his face perfectly and his eyes, those eyes, those crystal blue eyes. Phil looked over at me and I quickly looked away.
This cycle of my starring, him noticing, me looking away only to look back a few minutes later continued almost the entire lecture. Only to be stopped when Phil dropped a note on my desk.
You want to come to my place after class. Please :)
I smiled at the letter feeling Phils eyes on me. I felt my self almost blush. I havent blushed in years, well not in this way. I replied and past the note back with a smile
I'd love to
After the lecture, I packed my stuff up and stood up Phil grabbed my hand and almost ran for the door. I followed behind him for a couple of streets before he pulled my up into an elevator in an apartment complex. "why the rush Phil?" I ask, "I'm just exited," Phil had a smile plastered on his face since I said yes. The door opened and once again I was being pulled by the wrist down a hallway. He came to a door at the end of the hall. Phil unlocked it with his free hand. Pulling me in once again. He pulled me into the living room. This apartment was filled with colour and merchandise. It was cute and it fit him perfectly. We sat down on the sofa and we just talked. He seemed to notice that my nerves and he seemed to know when I didn't want to answer, he'd change the subject when he could see I was uncomfortable. It's sweet. He sweet.
This went on for the weeks. We became inseparable. I spent pretty much every waking minute with him. I felt so comfortable fit with him. But I felt this once before and it almost killed me when he died. I can't go through that again but the thought of not being around him hurts the same. What's wrong with me. I promised I would never fall in love. Not again. But there is something about Phil he's special. No, I can't be in love. He is attractive but I'm not attracted to him. He makes me happy but thats just what friends do. I think Phil is starting to notice. He's always staring at me.
Like always Phil and I were chilling on the couch watching anime when Phil turned to me "can I ask you a question?" I smiled at him "you just did but sure," he giggled "how long has it been since you know. " He saw the look in my eye and became defensive "I know you dont like talking about your past or how long its been I just was hoping since we got close you might tell me. I'm sorry just forget it." Phil said he started to walk of but grabbed his arm. He sat back down cheeks red with embarrassment. "no, its ok." Am I seriously about to tell him "I stopped aging 1643 years ago." His face looked both shocked and sad "I'm sorry." "don't be its not your fault. No one can die without their soulmate I guess I don't have one I've been in love before and every time I watch as they meet their soul mate age and die whilst I'm left as an 18-year-old forever. So, I shut myself off after every friend I have ever made died over 900 years ago." I felt tears threatening to fall "how is it fair? How come every good person dies and I keep on living? Why Phil why?" with that I collapse head in hands on the floor in tears. Phil engulfed me in a tender hug. I latched onto his shirt and wept. "you'll meet them I promise. Whoever they are were made just for you." Phil's voice was so soothing. "I just want to die Phil, I Have lived too long I can't t go on anymore. You asked why I always wear long sleeves take one guess. I hate it. Why won't the world just let me die?" I cried letting out years worth of build up into Phils shoulder.
Phil held me tight and let me cry for hours. "I'm sorry." I finally said, "for what Dan having emotions," Phil said comfortingly "I can't do it Phil," he pulled me in closer. "You've done it for this long you can do it a bit longer. This time you have me." I sniffled "for 60 years before I lose you too," Phil cupped my face. "I'm not going anywhere." He leaned in, he kissed me once, twice until I had a taste and realised I'll never have enough. I kissed him deeper, harder, more passionately. In that moment, I forgot about everything that stopped me from falling in love, because when I fell Phil caught me. Phil pulled back only enough for me to be desperate for more and I was. I pulled him into a kiss leaving him the one who was desperate. I stood up but before I could get anywhere, Phil tackled me to the couch. Once again, our lips moving in sync. His tongue glazed my bottom lip asking for entry I denied, he tried again and again not entry. He suddenly grabbed my ass tight, a sharp inhale allowed Phils tongue to enter my mouth and explore every part. With each passing second, I fell more in love with him. Over 1600 years of waiting, wanting, longing. I finally met him. I have my soul mate and I'm never letting him go.
I'm in love, head over heels. I moved in with Phil and I spent every second I could with him. He didnt complain, over the years I told him about the people who I lost, about where I came from, where I'd been. I met his family and he saved me from many awkward conversations with his mum at the wedding. Ive finally aged I was over-joyed when I found a grey hair. Phil wasnt because he knew what it meant. It meant we would die. But we would die together.
