[ WP ] Death spared your life and made you immortal . Over hundreds of years , you have become friends . He 's been very busy with work and you miss seeing your buddy . You spend centuries attempting to create world peace , stop war and cure diseases so you can spend some quality time with your only friend .

I don ’ t know why you did what you did but I ’ m thankful for your gift. Because of you I have been able to live 700 long years. I ’ ve seen the rise and fall of empires. I ’ ve witnessed the emergence of bloodlines and the suffocation of dynasties. I walked with Syrian traders on the silk road and centuries later fought their descendants in heated contest. I was there when a new nation in a new world was born and witnessed the crumbling of the last Roman Empire. I owe my whole life to your gesture. 
 
 I was alone for the most part. It is hard to form attachments when you bury your wives and your children. The first century I tried to stay. I watched my wife give birth to my children and then she grew old and died. I watched my children have children of their own and so on. I realized by the fourth or fifth generation that I was no longer connected to those lives. They may have had my blood but I never held that baby, my distant progeny. 
 
 So I traveled. And in my travels you came to me. We talked like old friends. We spoke of history like comrades remembering old battles. We talked philosophy, religion, politics. It was invigorating to have conversations with someone who walked the expanse of time as I did. We learned new languages as they formed. We would have bets on how long this new king would last or how devastating this war would be. Your work would call you away from time to time. Your job could be quiet during times of peace and demanding during times of unrest. I realized that as the human population grew your professional duties would only accelerate. 
 
 I fell into my old habits of idly watching the human race become more savage. I watched as humanity found more efficient ways at killing and thusly increasing your encumbrance. 
 
 I began to seek solace in other places. That is when I found her. She was everything I loved in you. She was intelligent. She was insightful and inquisitive. She didn ’ t meet my disclosure of my life with critique or doubt. She embraced my journey, and was thirsty for first hand knowledge of history. I was captive in our times together. During my immense lifetime I had never met someone of her radiance. However, in all of her impeccable qualities one sharp fact remained, she was mortal. 
 
 I look back and I don ’ t know why you did what you did. What did you see in me? Did my tenacious desire to live stay your hand? Did you see something in me that you didn ’ t see in countless others before me? Was it my strength? 
 
 My strength…. That is what I have now. I carry the coals of desire for her. I shoulder the burden knowing that I can not lose her. She will not be another thread lost in the skein of time. I ’ m lying next to her and I realize one inexhaustible truth. I have to stop my friend. I have to stop death. 
 
 
 
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 Been lurking for awhile. Never tried my hand at a WP so be gentle! Thanks for reading. I like this WP so I might try my hand at expanding this story into a more complete story. The rise of the friendship, the courtship, and eventually the struggle to stop death.
