[ WP ] Write a story using the line `` We were immortals , just not for very long ''

We were immortals, just not for very long. 
 
 You see, when given a choice between mortality and immortality, it seems like an easy choice. Why die when you do n't have to? I thought the same years ago. Centuries ago. Millennia. It is a very simple choice, for a simple mind. My best friend thought the same, until yesterday. He's dead now. 
 
 We've seen wars, we've seen peace, and we've seen the end of society. We've seen the rise and fall of other species, and the death of life from the face of the planet. The last breath of mortal life was so long ago that I could n't tell you when it was taken. The last budding flower was much more recent. The last flower to bud died yesterday. There's just barren land now. Nobody else. 
 
 My friend could n't take it, so he took his life. You may ask how, but it's simple. You die the moment you lose consciousness for the last time. We ca n't stop our bodies from going on, but if we ensure that our brains are destroyed, we'll be as good as dead. That's good enough. 
 
 He'd been able to lift a boulder, using a pulley system that he'd made from old metal beams and chains that had survived the years. The chain was long enough that he could pull the boulder up and position himself lying down with his head directly under it. He let go, and his head exploded from beneath the rock. I guess it makes sense that I'd use what's there to do the same. 
 
 I do n't know why I'm writing this. No one will ever see it. I do n't even have paper to write on, trees have been long gone, and there's nothing to use as ink, so this is just a string of words floating in my mind. I suppose now's the time to end myself, too. 
 
 *Wait! * I ca n't move. I ca n't see or feel anything. What's going on? 
 
 Could it be that I'd already done all of that myself? Why did n't I remember? Is this going to be my life *forever*? 
 
 I need to sleep. 
 
...... 
 
 We were immortals, just not for very long. 
 
 You see, when given a choice between mortality and immortality, it seems like an easy choice. Why die when you do n't have to? I thought the same years ago.—
