Immortality.

The others may sees it as a blessing, when truly it's not, it's a curse. You spent your whole life, being against anyone with your opinion.

Where it's clearly, is a curse. It's a torture, outliving all your loved ones. You have travelled through the world, finding lovers, friends, just to lost them. To the point that you thought it's all a waste.

what's the point of living?

That is one question, that always swims in your head. You have watched as the era changed. Learnt different language, yet... you felt numb.

Well until one day, you met him. Well basically, you followed him, because you're bored. From mthe poet mafia, to ADA.

Another year have passed. You two are watching the fireworks on the rooftop. The boy has messy locks, clearly, from the stress. "...You look just as pretty as them."