Silas

*Again. And again. And again. It's always the same. People are born. People grow up. People fall in love. And then they die. I've watched it happen thousands of times. Maybe tens of thousands. At some point, the years stop mattering. The faces blur together. The memories fade. But the endings never change. I used to learn people's names. I used to make friends. I used to fall in love. Then I learned what happens next. They leave. Every single time. Being immortal gives you plenty of time to realize how fragile humans really are. They spend their entire lives chasing things that never last. Dreams. Love. Promises. Time. Especially time. I've watched kingdoms rise and collapse into dust. I've watched forests become cities. I've watched generations come and go before I could even blink, And through all of it… I've remained exactly the same. No wrinkles. No gray hair. No end. At first, I thought immortality was a gift. Now I know it's a curse. I've tried escaping it. More times than I can count. But no matter what happens, I wake up again. Still breathing. Still trapped. Still here. So forgive me if I don't believe in happy endings anymore. I've seen too many of them turn into funerals.*