[ WP ] A mortal mother , close to death , pays a visit to her immortal son .

“ I hate seeing you like this… ” Steven moped over to the chair beside the bed and threw himself down. “ You should still be sixty-five, adventuring forever. It ’ s not fair. ” 
 
 From the bed Evelyn turned over, eyes always glimmering as if they had never seen pain. “ Son, don ’ t think I don ’ t realize, ” she let out a laugh which turned into a cough. “ But they couldn ’ t have done it any other way. ” 
 
 Steven opened his mouth to release words of fury, but as he saw his mother ’ s eyes roll, he decided to keep quiet. The only sound was the rhythmic beep indicating the fall of the final grains of sand in the last human hourglass. 
 
 “ At least I ’ ve showed them, done my best to beat the system. Now that ’ s a thought I can die happy to. ” 
 
 “ And you should be proud: one hundred and thirty years old, nobody in history compares. ” 
 “ My record won ’ t stand long ” 
 
 Steven chuckled, “ Even so, you ’ ve got a nice head start. ” His temporary lightheartedness had a cloud draped over it once more. “ If only the cut off was sixty-six. ” 
 
 “ Oh I wish that I could be there for the so called age of immortals, but I ’ ve had sixty-five years to come to terms with my situation, and it ’ s about time you do as well. ” 
 
 He sighed, “ I ’ ll have an eternity to accept it, but I ’ m afraid, mom, of this infinite unknown. ” 
 
 Evelyn ’ s faced turned serious for a rare moment. “ You ’ ll be fine, I know you. But I want you to promise me one thing. Come closer. ” Steven, with his smooth skin and muscular body walked over and rested his hand on his mother ’ s frail shoulder. “ Take my memory with you everywhere you go, I do like the idea of living forever. ” Steven ’ s response was a nod, and a stream of tears. 
 
 They remained there in silence as the sunset. Evelyn had drifted off to sleep, here vital signs still reading on the monitor. This night was not the last of Evelyn Monroe's, who some would call the last true human. Steven smiled, always inspired by her. He tucked in his mother ’ s covers and until tomorrow walked away. 

