Seven Days

Seven Days.

Sofia, an immortal woman, possessed a peculiar gift and a curse. A mark, barely visible to the untrained eye, etched onto a person's palm, revealed their lifespan a delicate, shimmering thread of light that pulsed with the rhythm of their life force.

Initially, she had used this ability to bring fleeting joy to those nearing death, sharing their final happy memories, coaxing smiles from lips that were already beginning to fade.

She would linger at their bedsides, weaving stories of their past, reminding them of the love they'd shared, the laughter they'd enjoyed, the moments of joy that had shaped their lives.

It was a bittersweet task, a way of softening the harsh reality of death, a way of making peace with the inevitable.

The joy she once found in her work had long since faded, replaced by a profound sense of melancholy.

The smiles she coaxed from dying lips were fleeting, ephemeral, as transient as the lives they marked. The memories she shared were precious, but they were also reminders of the inevitable end, a constant reminder of her own solitary existence.

The weight of her immortality pressed down on her, a heavy cloak that she could never shed.

But....

One day, while wandering through a bustling city hospital, she encountered a young boy, battling brain cancer. He was eighteen, an orphan, his life marked by hardship and loss, and his future is uncertain.

The centuries of loneliness, the weight of her immortality, seemed to lessen, replaced by a fragile hope, a renewed sense of purpose. She had found a reason to re-engage with the world, a reason to once again find meaning in her immortal existence. When she found...

Jarren.

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Written by: Mr_Aee