[ WP ] One person , an immortal , reveals to their current lover of their eternal life . Write from the mortal lover 's perspective .

On a rainy day, in a quiet town, a wife sits with her husband, enjoying the afternoon. The husband's guttural snoring brings a smile to the wife's face. She quietly taps him on the shoulder, and he awakens to a beautiful, contagious smile. 
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 `` Hey.'' I said. 
 `` Hey.'' she replied. 
 
 I look at her, studying her crows feet: scars from the many smiles we shared. I catch her steely blue eyes as she studies me in the same fashion. Her eyes deceive the smile on her face: She's worried. 
 
 `` What's wrong?'' I ask, frowning. She looks surprised. 
 `` What kind of question is that?'' she replies, and the fake smile disappears. 
 
 `` I do n't know, you just look worried.'' I state. 
 `` Well, my husband is sitting in a hospital bed in front of me. That's a good reason to worry right?'' 
 
 The tense look on her face is replaced with a meek smile, the same exact smile that led me to ask her to marry me so many years ago. 
 
 I attempt to chuckle, but cough and sputter instead. A deafening silence appears to fill the room. However, we did n't need to say anything: the apparent void of silence was instead filled with the warm memories of 50 years of friendship. 
 
 `` I do n't have much time left, I think.'' 
 
 I state this rather sad fact, and a tear forms at my eye. I ca n't tell if it's from my pain medication wearing off, or from the desire to stay on this planet for a few more days, just to be with her. 
 
 She starts to cry. 
 
 I reach my hand up, and brush aside her tears. 
 
 `` Do n't worry about me. I'm going to where the grass is greener.'' I show a false, reassuring smile, like a cocky hero saying goodbye to his loved ones as he sets out a certainly suicidal mission. 
 `` Besides, you're not so young yourself.'' I say. `` I'll see you soo-'' 
 
 The look on her face was enough to stop me mid sentence. A tortuous look, like she was slowly dying on the inside: Like things were never going to be okay again. 
 
 `` I wo n't ever see you again. I can'.... I won'..... never....'' She starts sobbing. 
 
 She suddenly stops, and spends a few seconds composing herself. She states, slowly and sadly: 
 `` I ca n't die. I'm immortal. A god, or a demon. I've tried many times. I've jumped off buildings. I've shot myself, poisoned myself. I just ca n't.'' 
 
 More silence. She continues: 
 
 `` I've seen civilizations rise and fall. I watched as the Library at Alexandria burned to the ground. As men were torn apart by men. As towns were leveled and gassed, and nuked. I've seen it all. And I've never been so sad as I am now. I just want to be with you'' 
 
 For some reason, I believed her. Maybe it was the serious tone of her voice. I mean, things lined up. She knew so many languages, and was familiar with many old cities. She talked to old men like they were old friends. 
 
 I let the details sink in and think. I take her beautiful, soft hands in mine, and gaze into her familiar face. 
 
 `` I believe you, and I'm sorry. After I'm gone, please move on. I know you love me very much, but I'm not worth more lifetimes of suffering. Please. For me.'' 
 
 I suddenly feel very tired. The beeping of the heart monitor begins to slow, and things begin to get blurry around me. 
 
 No. Not yet. I have one more thing to say. I summon up my remaining strength, and manage to mumble `` I love you. More... than... life...'' 
 
 It is a rainy day. A widow sits, weeping next to her husband as rain patters against the hospital window, matching the somber atmosphere. Silence fills the room. Nurses and doctors slowly approach her, take her by the hand, and guide her out to a red, old car. She wipes off the carefully applied makeup, and 50 years are immediately removed from her frowning face. She is alone, and has been her entire life. Someone who can not die. A terrible fate. 
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