[ WP ] It 's the future , and people no longer die from aging . Barring accidents and murders , death is now a choice . Today , you 're attending a funeral , because last week , your best friend for hundreds of years , had chosen just that .

To Dean– 
 
 
 I did n't understand, when you told me. I'm not sure what that says about us humans, that we can spend hundreds of years together and still not understand each other. I'm sure you heard how small my voice was when I told you that it would be okay. 
 
 
 It's been a good run, I know. We found each other out of college and that was it. As the years piled up like the dishes in your sink, we watched each other fall in and out of love, but the fact remained– you were mine and I was yours, in a way that was both less and more than romance. 
 
 
 So when you told me it was time to go, it stung. I suppose I had seen it coming. You ran your fingers in sadness through your thinning hair. You've always loved running, but lately it's been sending pain through your knees. We've had four hundred years to come to terms with aging, and it still caught us by surprise. 
 
 
 You've always been a fire, Dean. And so it does n't surprise me that you wanted to go out before the coals cooled to ash. But I could have spent forever with you. We could have sat there until the mountains crumbled into dust and the cliffs washed into the sea. We could have watched the stars go out. 
 
 
 I'm really going to miss you. I hope that I'll see you on the other side, someday. Maybe we can try again. 
 
 
 Love, 
 
 Ellie
