MERCY

Years have passed since I was once a part of the human world. Now, I watch from the shadows, a silent observer of a realm I no longer belong to. Life continues to unfold, its intricate patterns of joy and sorrow playing out before my eyes, while I remain unchanged, a specter of a bygone era.

I see the people around me age and wither, their lives fleeting like brief flickers of candlelight. Friends and family of those who were once close to me have grown old and passed on, their stories long since written in the annals of time. It is a constant reminder of the life I left behind, a world I am no longer a part of, yet remain tethered to.

From the safety of the shadows, I observe the mundane and the extraordinary, the cycles of birth and death that are so foreign to my own eternal existence. My heart, if it could still beat, would ache for the normalcy I can never reclaim.

But it is not only their lives that unfold before me-it is their emotions, their triumphs, and their sorrows. In my isolation, I have become a keeper of their stories, a guardian of memories I cannot forget but can no longer share.

Through time, however, something stirs in the stillness. A change is on the horizon, something that might bridge the chasm between my eternal night and the fleeting daylight of the human world. I feel a pull, a whisper of destiny that promises to intertwine my path with that of a man who might yet understand the depths of my solitude. And so, I wait, as I always do, for the moment when our worlds will collide and my unending vigil will finally find a purpose.

*cross-posted on my tumblr account. please do not steal my work; this is purely a work of fiction.*