[ WP ] An immortal being falls in love with a mortal . What feels like days to it , are years to the human . Until the immortal being faces a question it 's never had to ask before , what comes after death ?

She stroked my hair as we laid in bed. The look on her face was one I ’ d never seen. Surely she ’ d come across this question before. But she just stared at me. 
 
 I never thought that with only a few words I would cause the immortal being to be sad. For no matter what she had seen, and she had seen all kinds of things, she always had a smile on her face. In fact, I ’ ve always wondered if she was a bit of a psychopath. She could even smile as death and destruction would rain down on a crowd of people. But only a broken smile hung off of her face now. The immortal, the woman I fell in love with, was human after all. 
 
 “ You really want to know what the afterlife is like? ” she asked me. “ I… I don ’ t know. I ’ ve heard many tall tales of the afterlife, but I ’ ve never believed any of them. I never really gave it much thought, and honestly until now never really needed to. ” 
 
 She leaned forward and kissed me. I closed my eyes as she did and let my body lay lax. 
 
 “ But of all the tales I ’ ve heard, ” she began, “ the one that seems the most credible is that there is a bright light. And when you embrace it, you go to a place very much unlike our world, one with peace and happiness, and all the things you could want or desire. ” 
 
 “ Wrong, ” I whispered. 
 
 “ What? ” she asked, confused. I felt her fingers caress my face, feeling every little detail as my eyes remained closed, my body and soul sucking in every moment that we spent together. 
 
 “ It won ’ t have you, ” I said. “ So it can ’ t possibly be real. Without you there is no happiness, without you my soul will be in a constant state of torment, always trying to get back to you, because I want you and I need you. I always will. I love you… ” I whispered, the last of my words fading away. 
 
 The last words I heard as I laid in the hospital bed were ‘ I love you too ’ distilled by a large amount of sobs. In all my life, I ’ d never actually seen her cry. 
 
 **** 
 
 Oh yeah, about the afterlife. Not as interesting as you ’ d think. We ’ re all just ghosts floating around and when we ’ re ready, we simply disappear. Most ghosts, even when they meet people from their old lives, don ’ t like being ghosts. Your emotions are numb, you ’ re always cold, and you have a habit of enjoying human ’ s dying. So most, in order to preserve their sanity and humanity, choose to dissipate forever. Rumors of an after afterlife are abundant, of course, and some people do choose to stay ghosts, although after a few years they devolve into something you ’ d never think was human in the first place. 
 
 And why does any of that matter? Well first, I thought you ’ d like to know. And second, kissing an immortal apparently changes things when you die. I don ’ t have those negative effects that other ghosts get. And so I ’ ve stayed a ghost, following my beloved around. She doesn ’ t know I ’ m there and she never will. But for all of my life, ever since I could remember, she had been there for me and taken care of me. And now I would be there for her to the end of all times. I know, seeing as though I am sitting here with her, watching as the Earth burns, failing to consume her. 
 
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