The year was sixteen sixty—eight. Exactly three hundred and sixty—five years from today. That is the last day I remember. That was the day my life was ruined.
I had it all. Fame, money, power, love. My life was perfect, then, on a day no different than the rest, an angel fell from the sky. Her hair, all the colours of the rainbow, her eyes a bright green, her skin looked warm, and her face inviting, till now no words have been created that truly capture the beauty and elegance she was. She descended with grace as the clouds parted ways, I was convinced she was an angel, and the land seemed to agree with me, for every step she took towards me the soil birthed such unique plants, flowers and trees in shade and colours that I had never seen before, and colours that never existed, it was as though the earth wanted to tell me how magnificent she was. Behind her, was an indescribable darkness, an entity so dark that light around it faded away. The sky above him turned grey, the sun hiding behind the dark clouds, violent winds, gushing about around him, and a chill, that could only be possible in winter. While the angel that fell, seemed to be some embodiment of light, this faceless, entity seemed to be darkness itself. The sky's colours clashed as the two opposing beings approached me. The angel walked towards me, her veil flowing in the wind, casting a light shadow on her, she slowly put her hand over my cheek. Her hands, soft as feathers and as warm as home. With a glint in my eyes I gazed upon her.
" You are not worthy... Not of my grace or the grace you've already received "
Her voice gentle, soft, yet commanding, my world shook when she uttered those words.
" Today, I curse you, for those you hurt, and those you failed to protect. For the life wasted that was granted to you. From this point onwards. YOU SHALL NOT DIE "
This had to be a joke, I thought then. From her words, it sounded like she just granted me immortality, the dream of mankind, something man has chased since he first spoke... and she just gave it to me. Either she didn't know the meaning of a curse or she was a true angel.
She pulled her hand away and turned. In a flash she was gone. I waved her goodbye thanking her for the 'blessing' but...it was still there. Then a whisper
" Till we meet " and he was gone.
I was ecstatic, overjoyed, a true blessing. How wrong I was.
The thing about humans is the destructive nature immortality has on our psyche, not because of our lifespan but rather our mind. Humans cannot survive immortality, because of one simple rule. An infinite life gives rise to infinite boredom. Past a certain age we would've experienced everything and felt every emotion, and once that happens we lose the ability to experience and feel. There is nothing else to experience, and we humans are our experience. We begin to lose love or hate, we stop feeling fear and sorrow. We become an empty shell aimlessly wandering through life. Maybe, just maybe, if there were more, more immortal people, more people who loved as long as me I could handle it, someone who truly understands the pain and hardships, it won't be so bad, but there isn't. I alone am immortal, and, the only thing worse than immortality is being the only one that's immortal. My life has been nothing but tragedy from the moment I was cursed. The pain of being the only one alive... It WAs gEttInG To ME, and no one understands. They all wish for this curse and envy me, they'll tell me I shouldn't be upset over this, IT'S A GIFT AFTER ALL ! I GET TO SEE THE WORLD THEY SAY !!! But no one gets it. I... and only I am immortal... Smiles, laughter, the joy on their faces, I have seen all of these turned to tears, as their family weeps at their grave. I saw my children, the ones I raised, die before my very eyes, and their legacy slowly fading away as the next generation forgot more and more of them. I've seen people crushed by weights they couldn't bear, people spitting at the graves of the truly righteous, but worst of all, is me... I'm too scared to love again, because I know those smiles and the memories we shared together would be forgotten, and I can't.... I ... I can't stand in front of another grave. I don't want to see people I care about, being carried in a casket, knowing I'll never hear their laughter fill the room, or see them smile when I hand them a gift...or accepting that this'll be the last time I see them.
" SO WHY!!! WHY YOU DAMN WITCH !!! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS !!!! HAVEN'T I HAD ENOUGH !!! " I yelled balling and weeping as tears poured down my eyes. Three hundred years worth of tears.