The Immortal
You know what's the funniest thing to being an immortal? After a while you think you've seen it all, but there's almost always someone there to surprise you.
I've lived a long life, traveled every corner of the cosmos, met people of every kind, but there have been five women that I keep close to my heart.
I've lived a long life, traveled every corner of the cosmos, met people of every kind, but there have been five women that I keep close to my heart.
Long time ago, as I was visiting a local bar for a little glass of whiskey, I met an aspiring actress slash con artist. She was this little spitfire and the kind of woman that would bust your balls on any kind of bullshit you threw at her. That night we started with a lovely conversation about politics, religion, the actor's state of mind before a performance and ended up with her stealing my wallet. That's when I knew I liked her. Didn't take me too long to find her, didn't take her too long to stab me with a fork. That scar will always remind me of our first kiss.
We had an unusual relationship. She would hustle and con people, I would come to her rescue when things got too hot and end the night over a cup of coffee, a long talk, me getting some kind of injury. I knew she liked me when it took me less and less time to heal after a "date".
I remember this one when she saved both of us. It was a con gone wrong with a couple of gangsters. Before things went south, I punched one of the guys as a distraction. Next thing I knew I was the one coughing up blood in a back alley. In front of she was put up with a choice, shot me or sleeping with the fishes. She shot me point blank. I think I looked dead enough to convince them, because after I regain consciousness and returned to my apartment, I found her there, crying. When her eyes gazed upon me, she rushed to the door, started hitting my chest with her fists and calling me a fucking idiot. I knew that in her own way she was glad to see me alive. After stitching up my wounds, we spent the whole night making love. The next morning I woke up with my stolen wallet next to me with a note inside from her. She left town, on the first train, to pursue her love of acting. She disappeared from my life...
I was heartbroken, but I understood her motives. I know it wasn't an easy choice. It was for the best.
A couple of years later, before moving to a new city to start over, I went to see a new play at the local theatre and guess who was the leading lady. Her. Different name, different hair, but her eyes were the same. Her eyes and that fiery passion with which she played the role. She even got a standing ovation. Couldn't have been more proud. After the show, I followed her to the after party to say hello. First thing she did was slap me, throw a drink in my face, grab my neck and kiss me. She had missed me. And after wiping her tears, she slapped me again for ruining her make-up.
We had a great couple of weeks before tragedy struck. She was waiting for me outside a restaurant when a drunk driver hit her. When I arrived with a bouquet of flowers, the EMT was covering her up. She died instantly, waiting for me. I left town right after the funeral. I still can't forgive myself for what happened.
We had an unusual relationship. She would hustle and con people, I would come to her rescue when things got too hot and end the night over a cup of coffee, a long talk, me getting some kind of injury. I knew she liked me when it took me less and less time to heal after a "date".
I remember this one when she saved both of us. It was a con gone wrong with a couple of gangsters. Before things went south, I punched one of the guys as a distraction. Next thing I knew I was the one coughing up blood in a back alley. In front of she was put up with a choice, shot me or sleeping with the fishes. She shot me point blank. I think I looked dead enough to convince them, because after I regain consciousness and returned to my apartment, I found her there, crying. When her eyes gazed upon me, she rushed to the door, started hitting my chest with her fists and calling me a fucking idiot. I knew that in her own way she was glad to see me alive. After stitching up my wounds, we spent the whole night making love. The next morning I woke up with my stolen wallet next to me with a note inside from her. She left town, on the first train, to pursue her love of acting. She disappeared from my life...
I was heartbroken, but I understood her motives. I know it wasn't an easy choice. It was for the best.
A couple of years later, before moving to a new city to start over, I went to see a new play at the local theatre and guess who was the leading lady. Her. Different name, different hair, but her eyes were the same. Her eyes and that fiery passion with which she played the role. She even got a standing ovation. Couldn't have been more proud. After the show, I followed her to the after party to say hello. First thing she did was slap me, throw a drink in my face, grab my neck and kiss me. She had missed me. And after wiping her tears, she slapped me again for ruining her make-up.
We had a great couple of weeks before tragedy struck. She was waiting for me outside a restaurant when a drunk driver hit her. When I arrived with a bouquet of flowers, the EMT was covering her up. She died instantly, waiting for me. I left town right after the funeral. I still can't forgive myself for what happened.
Awhile back, while working as a piano player in a jazz club, I met this new waitress. A shy girl, fresh out of highschool, with a huge smile and a friendly attitude. She quickly learned the ropes and after a week she had gotten the hang of it.
One night, after closing, I was trying a little song on the ivories when I heard a voice. It was like something I never heard before. I looked around and there she was. Our shy waitress singing behind the bar with the voice of an angel. I stopped, went to the bar and begged her to go on stage and sing on the mic. She shined in the spotlight and that's when I saw it. She was made to sing.
I invited her to breakfast and after a lot of negotiating and practically begging on my knees, she accepted to sing this one time on stage, in the club. The deal was that if she did like it, I would stop asking and give her my tip jar for a month.
After a couple of rehearsals, the big night came. She walked out on stage, wearing a sparkling ruby dress, and introduced herself. The crowd was silent. I start playing, slow and steady. She starts singing. The whole place fills with her melodic voice. I look around and nobody's moving. Everybody's hypnotized by the angelic sounds. She finishes. Silence. She thanks the audience and the applause doesn't stop for a couple of minutes. She's blushing and smiling. I look at her, she gives me a sign and we go on with the show. Every song was a hit with the crowd. I could see she was in her element.
After closing, I took my jar full of cash off the piano and gave it to her. She earned it. Before I could say anything, she thanked me for pushing her to sing and gave a little kiss on the cheek.
The manager fired her as a waitress and hired her as full time singer, doing shows three times a week. She was bringing in more business than any other club in town. People were calling her the 8th wonder of the world, the girl with the golden voice. Men wanted to be with her and women wanted to be her. But she didn't care much for all that attention. She loved to sing and have fun doing it.
One day, a music producer came to offer her a record deal. This was her big break, the chance of a lifetime. She accepted, but with one condition. I had to be her manager or else. She only trusted me, so I accepted. Made sure she was safe and that no one took advantage of her.
The first record sold like hot cakes and her single was on every radio. She was a star. Her face was everywhere and despite all of that, she was still the same girl that walked that day in the club to work as a waitress.
We had a good run, but some fairy tales come to an end...
At a friend's party, I was approached by the producer's wife. She was constantly hitting on me and after a couple of refusals, I blacked out all of a sudden. Next thing I remember I was waking up in a bed without my pants on.
A week later, the producer's wife called me for a meeting. She was telling me to stop being the manager of my little shy girl or else she'll show her husband some photos of us, that looked like we were having sex. And as an added bonus she would personally make the girl's life a living nightmare if I didn't accept to leave.
My hands were tied, so I accepted. My girl was crushed when I told her I had to leave. I wish I could have told her the truth, but I didn't have the courage. I felt horrible knowing I abandoned her, the only one she trusted. But I didn't leave without making sure that bitch of a wife wouldn't be able to hurt her ever again. I made it look like an accident.
After I left, that sweet little girl did two more albums before retiring from the music business and becoming a nun.
Last time I saw her was at a Christmas Mass, decades later. She was singing in the choir, with the same angelic voice. We made eye contact and with a smile I knew she forgave me long ago, but I could not forgive myself.
One night, after closing, I was trying a little song on the ivories when I heard a voice. It was like something I never heard before. I looked around and there she was. Our shy waitress singing behind the bar with the voice of an angel. I stopped, went to the bar and begged her to go on stage and sing on the mic. She shined in the spotlight and that's when I saw it. She was made to sing.
I invited her to breakfast and after a lot of negotiating and practically begging on my knees, she accepted to sing this one time on stage, in the club. The deal was that if she did like it, I would stop asking and give her my tip jar for a month.
After a couple of rehearsals, the big night came. She walked out on stage, wearing a sparkling ruby dress, and introduced herself. The crowd was silent. I start playing, slow and steady. She starts singing. The whole place fills with her melodic voice. I look around and nobody's moving. Everybody's hypnotized by the angelic sounds. She finishes. Silence. She thanks the audience and the applause doesn't stop for a couple of minutes. She's blushing and smiling. I look at her, she gives me a sign and we go on with the show. Every song was a hit with the crowd. I could see she was in her element.
After closing, I took my jar full of cash off the piano and gave it to her. She earned it. Before I could say anything, she thanked me for pushing her to sing and gave a little kiss on the cheek.
The manager fired her as a waitress and hired her as full time singer, doing shows three times a week. She was bringing in more business than any other club in town. People were calling her the 8th wonder of the world, the girl with the golden voice. Men wanted to be with her and women wanted to be her. But she didn't care much for all that attention. She loved to sing and have fun doing it.
One day, a music producer came to offer her a record deal. This was her big break, the chance of a lifetime. She accepted, but with one condition. I had to be her manager or else. She only trusted me, so I accepted. Made sure she was safe and that no one took advantage of her.
The first record sold like hot cakes and her single was on every radio. She was a star. Her face was everywhere and despite all of that, she was still the same girl that walked that day in the club to work as a waitress.
We had a good run, but some fairy tales come to an end...
At a friend's party, I was approached by the producer's wife. She was constantly hitting on me and after a couple of refusals, I blacked out all of a sudden. Next thing I remember I was waking up in a bed without my pants on.
A week later, the producer's wife called me for a meeting. She was telling me to stop being the manager of my little shy girl or else she'll show her husband some photos of us, that looked like we were having sex. And as an added bonus she would personally make the girl's life a living nightmare if I didn't accept to leave.
My hands were tied, so I accepted. My girl was crushed when I told her I had to leave. I wish I could have told her the truth, but I didn't have the courage. I felt horrible knowing I abandoned her, the only one she trusted. But I didn't leave without making sure that bitch of a wife wouldn't be able to hurt her ever again. I made it look like an accident.
After I left, that sweet little girl did two more albums before retiring from the music business and becoming a nun.
Last time I saw her was at a Christmas Mass, decades later. She was singing in the choir, with the same angelic voice. We made eye contact and with a smile I knew she forgave me long ago, but I could not forgive myself.
You how all your life you never stop learning? Well this one time in college, I met this lovely girl that was in nursing school. She was the friend of a friend.
Things started with a simple friend request from me. She accepted and for the first 6 months I said nothing. I had a feeling about her and I couldn't start talking without a foolproof plan. So one night I told myself "fuck it" and told her "hello". It didn't start that great, but after a while things turned for the better. We were talking almost every day, making her laugh, listening to her problems. She had an easy time talking to me about anything, her hopes, her fears. I was in something that people used to call "friendzone". I didn't care. I was happy.
I remember dropping subtle hints that I liked her more than a friend, but when we met for the first time face to face things were different. I grabbed her hands, looked into her eyes and confessed my feelings, ending with a kiss. And what a kiss.
That was the start of our relationship. Weeks turned to months, months turned to years. On our 3rd year anniversary, we were alone in the house watching a movie. I closed the TV, got up, went on one knee and asked her to be my wife. I still remember the look on her face when she saw what was happening. For a second there I thought she froze completely. Then she started to say yes over and over, louder and louder until she jumped on me.
I gave her the wedding of her dreams. And the way she looked in her wedding dress. Per-fec-tion! You will never see a more gorgeous bride than her.
We bought a house on a little farm. Lived a good couple of years. But after a while things went downhill. I couldn't make her happy and give her what she truly wanted, a family. Fights started happening. We were getting on each other's nerves. With my condition, I realized that staying together would be selfish of me. Finally we got divorced and I left her everything we had.
Last time I heard she remarried and had 3 beautiful kids with a real stand up guy. I was truly happy for her.
I still keep my wedding ring around my neck, close to my heart.
Things started with a simple friend request from me. She accepted and for the first 6 months I said nothing. I had a feeling about her and I couldn't start talking without a foolproof plan. So one night I told myself "fuck it" and told her "hello". It didn't start that great, but after a while things turned for the better. We were talking almost every day, making her laugh, listening to her problems. She had an easy time talking to me about anything, her hopes, her fears. I was in something that people used to call "friendzone". I didn't care. I was happy.
I remember dropping subtle hints that I liked her more than a friend, but when we met for the first time face to face things were different. I grabbed her hands, looked into her eyes and confessed my feelings, ending with a kiss. And what a kiss.
That was the start of our relationship. Weeks turned to months, months turned to years. On our 3rd year anniversary, we were alone in the house watching a movie. I closed the TV, got up, went on one knee and asked her to be my wife. I still remember the look on her face when she saw what was happening. For a second there I thought she froze completely. Then she started to say yes over and over, louder and louder until she jumped on me.
I gave her the wedding of her dreams. And the way she looked in her wedding dress. Per-fec-tion! You will never see a more gorgeous bride than her.
We bought a house on a little farm. Lived a good couple of years. But after a while things went downhill. I couldn't make her happy and give her what she truly wanted, a family. Fights started happening. We were getting on each other's nerves. With my condition, I realized that staying together would be selfish of me. Finally we got divorced and I left her everything we had.
Last time I heard she remarried and had 3 beautiful kids with a real stand up guy. I was truly happy for her.
I still keep my wedding ring around my neck, close to my heart.
Like any guy, I have a story about the one that got away.
Even though I don't exactly remember the moment, we met at the registration office for the space academy. The only thing I told her was to watch out for the broken pen, because she'll get ink all over her hands.
Days go by, I forget about her and have normal day at the academy.
After my first year, while walking around campus, I see a cute girl walking opposite me. When we get closer, she starts smiling, says "Hello!" and walks by. I say nothing, continue walking, stop, look back, start asking myself who was that girl and forget about her. This happened more times than I would like to admit. Happened until my 4th and final year.
A was looking at a mutual friend's photos and there she was. So familiar, but so unknown to me. I ask for details, name, etc. Finally we met face to face. We start talking and after a while we hit it off. Real chemistry. Something like you've never seen before. We even finished each other's sandwiches.
After graduation, we were unfortunately stationed on different spaceships. I was going to Mars and she was going into deep space. We tried to transfer, but it was too late. We were going different ways.
We spent our last night on Earth together, watched the sunrise in each other's arms, but before I could tell her "I love you", she left.
It was lonely without her. We had a couple of moments when we could talk using the space chat, but it wasn't the same.
After I returned to Earth, I heard news that the deep space ship had lost contact with everyone and was classified as lost in space.
It's shame I didn't do nothing sooner. I still regret my failure to act.
Even though I don't exactly remember the moment, we met at the registration office for the space academy. The only thing I told her was to watch out for the broken pen, because she'll get ink all over her hands.
Days go by, I forget about her and have normal day at the academy.
After my first year, while walking around campus, I see a cute girl walking opposite me. When we get closer, she starts smiling, says "Hello!" and walks by. I say nothing, continue walking, stop, look back, start asking myself who was that girl and forget about her. This happened more times than I would like to admit. Happened until my 4th and final year.
A was looking at a mutual friend's photos and there she was. So familiar, but so unknown to me. I ask for details, name, etc. Finally we met face to face. We start talking and after a while we hit it off. Real chemistry. Something like you've never seen before. We even finished each other's sandwiches.
After graduation, we were unfortunately stationed on different spaceships. I was going to Mars and she was going into deep space. We tried to transfer, but it was too late. We were going different ways.
We spent our last night on Earth together, watched the sunrise in each other's arms, but before I could tell her "I love you", she left.
It was lonely without her. We had a couple of moments when we could talk using the space chat, but it wasn't the same.
After I returned to Earth, I heard news that the deep space ship had lost contact with everyone and was classified as lost in space.
It's shame I didn't do nothing sooner. I still regret my failure to act.
And finally, the one I could never have.
With a long life like mine, full with regret and heartbreak, the only thing you want is the sweet kiss of lady death. The kiss of the one and only, Emily.
My immortality is kind of funny. The more I got injured the more I got invulnerable. If this would be true for matters of the heart, I could live another thousand years.
Where was I? Oh, yes. Emily.
We first met in a little bar. If I remember correctly it was right after the Devil made a guy walk into traffic and die. She was so angry that night. I, in a drunken state, tried to cheer her up. I don't remember if I was successful and she wouldn't tell me.
Over the years, we met and talked, even became friends. Our friendship evolved, starting with some little flirting. We grew fond of each other and even talked about me ending it all, so we could be together.
But that day never came and Emily... She's gone. Since the day she...
I miss her.
With a long life like mine, full with regret and heartbreak, the only thing you want is the sweet kiss of lady death. The kiss of the one and only, Emily.
My immortality is kind of funny. The more I got injured the more I got invulnerable. If this would be true for matters of the heart, I could live another thousand years.
Where was I? Oh, yes. Emily.
We first met in a little bar. If I remember correctly it was right after the Devil made a guy walk into traffic and die. She was so angry that night. I, in a drunken state, tried to cheer her up. I don't remember if I was successful and she wouldn't tell me.
Over the years, we met and talked, even became friends. Our friendship evolved, starting with some little flirting. We grew fond of each other and even talked about me ending it all, so we could be together.
But that day never came and Emily... She's gone. Since the day she...
I miss her.
As you can see, my life was shaped my the actress, the singer, the wife, the one that got away and the one I could never have.
Enough about me, Xel. What were you saying about a war?
Enough about me, Xel. What were you saying about a war?
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