[ WP ] Two people discover a fountain of youth . The problem is that upon drinking the water you turn back into an infant . The two decide to take turns raising each other in order to live forever until one day one of them decides to break this agreement .

The baby's crying. Again. All he can hear, echoing down the ages is that cry. It's the same every cycle. 
 
 Hungry, tired, thirsty, poopy diaper. 
 
 He pours himself another drink, it's gone, he pours another. 
 
 The cycle continues, it always does, but each time... 
 
 Each time, the chores are harder, and the joys of life are lessened. I'm numbed by those that have gone before. 
 The years, these cycles, the lifetimes of a thousand other selves are always watching me, judging me. 
 
 The waters are flawed.. Each cycle is ever so slightly different from the last, and each person is a slight variation of the one before. I can remember, just barely, 
 the first me. God, how different I was. We do n't talk about it, the dirty secret we both know about our Faustian pact. 
 
 Another drink to steady my nerves, I swear I can hardly feel the alcohol anymore. The baby's cry picks up. 
 
 I ca n't take it anymore. The thought of another lifetime of this torment hangs over my head like some indescribable monster. I imagine losing myself, 
 further and further drifting from who I am. 
 
 Better to end it all, while I still know who I am. 
 
 The metal of the gun is cool against my skin. To think, this was what I once most feared. 
 
 My hand shakes only slightly as I put the gun into my mouth, wincing at the sharp tang of metal and residue. 
 
 The baby cries.
