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I M M O R T A L
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Ongoing, First published Jul 13, 2019
Mature
I knew I was different, but i just couldn't understand why. I still don't understand why. 

I first realised that I was different when I turned 30 years old and everyone celebrated my birthday.

It was like I was looking at everyone through new eyes. 

They all had aged.

My parents were older, they were wrinkled, their hair was greying. My friends had children, they were beginning to age as well, gain weight, lose weight. And, my husband, his smile was more crooked, his beard thicker, the wrinkles around his eyes more pronounced.

And yet, I still looked like an 18 year old. 

At first, people just thought I had aged well. Hell, even I thought i had aged well. That is, until I hit 40 years old and my children were becoming teenagers, my husband's hair now greying and my parents now ghosts of who they once were with their sagging skin and greying hair. And there I was, looking as if I hadn't aged a day since I turned 18. 

My name is Aiyana and I'm an immortal.

This is my story.
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