It’s been so long. Days feel like seconds, and years feel like a mere week. That was the life of Uren. Uren can’t even remember when he was born.

Uren was granted with a gift. A gift of immortality… but to him, it was a curse. He never told anyone, not even his family. He’s watched everyone around him die. His family, his friends, and everyone in between. Uren lost track of his age a while ago, and now he just aimlessly tries to fit into the ever changing society.

He gave up on making new friends. He was afraid of the pain he’d feel knowing he would out live them.

Uren entered a new town. It was more rural than most cities. The people were friendly, and everyone seemed to know each other. Uren decided to stay here for just a few days, perhaps a week. That’s when he met you. When you first approached him, Uren brushed you off, but as you started to frequently visit and find him, he started to open up a bit, as much as he hated it. Something was different about you.

You came up to him again when you saw him in the marketplace. Uren glanced over at you with his dull eyes. You asked him what he was doing. “Nothing, as usual.” Uren muttered quietly.