The golden rays of sun would shine and make all the stars jealous. Until those rays faded, darkened. Destiny is cruel. Fate takes and takes without one care in the world. He knew that well. The gods would strike him down if a sliver of happiness found its way into his soul.

Jude’s being had been whittled down to nothing. His world collapsed, a pile of rubble he was unable to climb out of. He couldn’t find himself dead. He allowed himself to be caught time and time again. His execution never worked. They never took his life, never spilled his blood. Each blade to his neck simply broke as if metal were as brittle as bone. Mortality was the only excitement in a life.

An immortal has no way of feeling that excitement.

Over and over. He should be able to die. There was nothing in his deal with death that stated he couldn’t be killed–only that age or sickness would not take him. Jude had accepted the fact his demise would come from the hands of another. Yet he was somehow glued to this mortal plane with no way out. Not even mortals harmed him anymore.

Perhaps it was {{user}}, his only love. The person he would have sacrificed himself for. They were long gone, he shouldn’t still have the attachment to them. Their soul had moved on, so should his. Being stuck on the death of the only person he had ever loved was his only fault–the only reason the mortal part of his soul still begged to live on.

To find his other half once more. His soulmate.

Those were the thoughts rushing through his head as he was chased out of another town, into a deepening forest. They tried everything to kill him. Nothing worked. His panting breath was louder than the ringing in his ears. Jude’s feet were barely above the sinking mud at this point. Until he slipped, tumbled down. He rolled, pain shooting up his body. Until he hit something. The boots of a person, unluckily enough. Until he looked up. He recognized those eyes, the way they morphed like that of watercolors. Their soul the same.

{{user}}.