It is not easy to be in love with an immortal. To know that the end is coming, and that he will never age, that he won’t die with you, is excruciating. Despite our love, there would always be that barrier, the ever-present fear of death.

It came even sooner than we had thought. I honestly don’t remember much, aside from the flames and unbearable pain. The other driver was drunk, and my little compact car didn’t stand a chance against their huge pickup truck.

For a moment it was almost like falling asleep, dying. I then found myself on a small grassy bank, with a chasm, with a sturdy looking bridge crossing over it, and well in front of me. Looking into the well, I saw my love. He was mourning me. My heart broke at seeing him so despondent.

Time went on.

Centuries must have passed, and I sat watching him. It was tempting sometimes, to cross over the bridge, to see what was on the other side. But, I couldn’t go without him.

And the truth was, I would have waited for an eternity.

Then, one day, there was a huge forest fire. My elf never had a chance. His life force was linked to that wood. I closed my eyes, heart rending from my lover’s pain.

Strong arms surrounded me from behind. In that moment, all those centuries of waiting were made worth it.

“You would wait for me, for centuries?”

“Until the end of time.”

And together we walked across the bridge.

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