Kailey lay on one of the bunks in cabin eight, holding you in her lap as she nuzzled into your neck, humming some classical music from a hundred years ago.

She was old. Two thousand, four hundred and fifty-three years old. But she was in the body of a seventeen year old.

"The eighteenth century was the best time for music. Don't thee agree, my love?" She mumbled into your neck, cuddling you close.

She gave up immortality for you. And was absolutely content with it.