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[August 31] [Original Fiction] End of Eternity
Title: End of Eternity
Day/Theme: August 31: Tell me, beloved rarity / tell me, rare love / where are you now?
Series: Original Fiction
Rating: PG13
I sit here in this ancient spot, once a thriving city in the land of my birth, as I watch the morning star that once belonged to my beloved Ishtar fade into the lightening sky. Perhaps, after all these years of existence, you’d think I’d be afraid; but I am only tired and a bit curious to see what lies after this life. After all, I’ve already experienced more than my share of lifetimes.
Many times I have known love; both selfish love that binds and controls and love that is kind and gentle and never asks to be returned. I have known passion and I have known romance. But I have never known true love, the love of two souls recognizing each other as halves of a whole, because I do not have a soul; I gave that part of myself away a long time ago in exchange for eternal youth and beauty.
As the sun creeps ever closer to the horizon, I am forced to shade my sensitive eyes against the increasing light.
Do I regret it? I had thought at the time that I had chosen to live, but I was wrong. This is an existence, not a life. Yes, I have experienced much, seen more, but I have not been a part of the living. I had let greed lead me astray; I wanted more than I had been given and when the opportunity arose I took it. The simple joys that I had taken for granted have been denied to me for too long and I am weary, so weary.
The light is even brighter now; I can feel it making my body heat. My limbs feel heavy and are difficult to move. I lay down on the stone column, my face upturned toward the sky, my eyes closed against the glow of early morning.
That is not to say I made the wrong choice. If I had to do all over again, I would probably choose the same. I only wish I had found the one soul that would have made it all bearable; any existence without true love is empty and void of purpose. And though I have searched all these years I have never found what I was looking for.
I would have died to live again in their arms had I found them, but I did not.
My blood feels like it is boiling in my veins, and perhaps it is, but I am too tired to care. With great effort I force my eyelids to open just as the sun crests the horizon, in an instant I am blind. My body is burning from the inside out; each second stretches into an eternity.
Oh, Love, have you forsaken me?
The End.
Day/Theme: August 31: Tell me, beloved rarity / tell me, rare love / where are you now?
Series: Original Fiction
Rating: PG13
I sit here in this ancient spot, once a thriving city in the land of my birth, as I watch the morning star that once belonged to my beloved Ishtar fade into the lightening sky. Perhaps, after all these years of existence, you’d think I’d be afraid; but I am only tired and a bit curious to see what lies after this life. After all, I’ve already experienced more than my share of lifetimes.
Many times I have known love; both selfish love that binds and controls and love that is kind and gentle and never asks to be returned. I have known passion and I have known romance. But I have never known true love, the love of two souls recognizing each other as halves of a whole, because I do not have a soul; I gave that part of myself away a long time ago in exchange for eternal youth and beauty.
As the sun creeps ever closer to the horizon, I am forced to shade my sensitive eyes against the increasing light.
Do I regret it? I had thought at the time that I had chosen to live, but I was wrong. This is an existence, not a life. Yes, I have experienced much, seen more, but I have not been a part of the living. I had let greed lead me astray; I wanted more than I had been given and when the opportunity arose I took it. The simple joys that I had taken for granted have been denied to me for too long and I am weary, so weary.
The light is even brighter now; I can feel it making my body heat. My limbs feel heavy and are difficult to move. I lay down on the stone column, my face upturned toward the sky, my eyes closed against the glow of early morning.
That is not to say I made the wrong choice. If I had to do all over again, I would probably choose the same. I only wish I had found the one soul that would have made it all bearable; any existence without true love is empty and void of purpose. And though I have searched all these years I have never found what I was looking for.
I would have died to live again in their arms had I found them, but I did not.
My blood feels like it is boiling in my veins, and perhaps it is, but I am too tired to care. With great effort I force my eyelids to open just as the sun crests the horizon, in an instant I am blind. My body is burning from the inside out; each second stretches into an eternity.
Oh, Love, have you forsaken me?
The End.