The Immortal

Chapter One: Falling in Love in a Coffee Shop

So I came up with this story a couple years ago and wrote a few chapters. Now, I still love it and have edited and edited these chapters. Let me know what you think, please? I want to pursue more writing and having people enjoy/tell me what they think of my original fiction stuff would make me so much motivated to write more. Hope you enjoy! 

The feeling of his soft hands was still burned into Kaleb's body. He could still see his eccentric eyes and his shy smirk. The way he always knew what to say to make Kaleb laugh currently made him sick to his stomach. He hated these damn dreams. He hated seeing him in his dreams, no, his nightmares, but still being unable to see him in real life. He wanted nothing more than to hold his love forever and never let him go, but that wasn't possible for them. He wanted to go find him, but he couldn't see him again for God knows how long. It could be another fifty years or more before he saw his Spence again.

Theirs was a special kind of love. Spencer was part of a race called the Electi. This meant he unknowingly reincarnated sporadically and forgot his previous life, seemingly never to remember those past lives. Kaleb had always managed to find him eventually once their bond kicked in. They met about every 16-30 years and usually fell in love all over again. Kaleb waited and waited for Spencer to remember their previous love. None of his incarnations had remembered so far and Kaleb knew he couldn't simply tell him.

Upon meeting Spencer for the very first time and falling head over heels for the boy, Kaleb had unintentionally bound himself to the other. He hadn't even realized it until he'd woken one morning nose bleeding and feeling like there was genuinely a piece of himself missing, a hole. The bond made him aware of when Spencer was hurt or very emotional. The bond kicked in whenever it felt like it. Basically, it all depended on timing of the reincarnation. Usually, when Kaleb felt the bond kick in, he'd run into Spencer within a month or so. He hadn't felt the bond for a while and was starting to miss it, even with its headaches and nosebleeds.

Kaleb pulled the covers off of himself and wiped his damp face violently. Seeing the clock next to the bed said it was 3:24 AM, he groaned and trudged to the kitchen to get the coffee maker going. It had been 22 years since he'd last seen Spencer and though he'd gotten used to the idea of only getting so much time together roughly every twenty years, he didn't have to like it. He kept searching and waiting for Spencer. He was waiting for him to someday hopefully remember how they'd met and fallen in the most devoted love.

After a long morning of trying and failing to relax and wake up properly, Kaleb had decided to go get coffee one of the coffee shops he'd been going to for many years now. The shop had changed a lot over the past 50 or so years that Kaleb had resided in the city. He remembered the first time he came here for a drink and it was a nice, vintage look. It'd changed gradually over time, sort of like people. Or the leaves in Fall.

He absolutely loved fall. It was currently a week or so before the made up first day of Fall. He always loved watching the transition between the bright, green Summer to the colorful, stunning Fall. He couldn't wait for Halloween, to see the mortals doing their traditions. To see the leaves change and to see the joy of the humans. He would never admit it to anyone, but he was sometimes a bit jealous over the mortals and their seeming innocence. They could enjoy their holidays while the otherworldly had to keep order maintained. The otherworldly had abilities and unwanted responsibilities they had to keep in check.

Kaleb joined the back of the line and waited patiently for everyone to order their coffee. He sighed internally for his coffee addiction, but decided it was a healthier addiction than others. Some immortals did some hard drugs to ward off some of the pain of the disease they all bore. He had done that many years ago, the drugs. He'd tried it and gotten a bit too deep for his liking and his friend had helped him out of the hole.