Six Hundred years had passed since I last saw him. This sounds like a bad fantasy soap opera, but this was my life. I had watched time crawl on without me and technology boom. I lived though centuries of wars and hardships. The most surprising thing for me was it got easier to see death, I just was never touched by it.
I was constantly on the move. If I stayed in one place too long, people would see there was something odd about me. I stopped courting relationships, knowing it would be too difficult to constantly say goodbye to them. I was frequently alone with my thoughts.
There were many times I would think I saw him again, but it was never for long. Though I longed for the taste of the afterlife, no such gift was presented to me. Another name, another life, I was on the move.
All because the grim reaper couldn’t take my rejection of his affections.