[ WP ] You live on a world full of immortal beings . For the first time in the history of the world 's existence , somebody has died .

The line was never flat. It may have stuttered before, but for the first time, green against black, the line was flat. 
 
 Pauline had heard of death, but there was something so archaic about it... it never crossed her mind, the fact that an existence could be ephemeral. This world had never known of a life ending, only humans did, and for god's sake, we are n't humans. 
 
 There was always a comfort in immortality. Being born without consequences. Pauline was still young, 86. A nurse. 
 
 Sickness in this world was just discomfort. No one likes a stuffy nose or a broken arm. 
 
 
 She had seen only a fraction of what this world had to offer, yet felt as though she had seen it all. In this world so similar to what Earth once was, her days began to melt into one. Rising with the Sun, sleeping only after her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren were fed. 
 
 She jumped from cliffs, planes. Tried drugs. Like everyone did. 
 
 
 She had made mistakes. Loved. Lost. But she always found herself new friends... new lovers. Like everyone had. She had traveled to the shells of old civilisations, great and powerful, reduced to only dust. 
 
 
 Being at the hospital when the first one passed, she did not sleep that evening. She wondered only one thing. 
 
 Without an end, is there a beginning?
