Verba volant, scripta manent (gracie_musica) wrote in 100bullets,
Verba volant, scripta manent

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Non Challenge: The Price of Immortality

Something I thought of while reading yma2's drabble here.


"Please, move on," she had begged. "Don't spend the rest of your life in mourning."

And then she was gone, with their children the only tie he had to her.

Years passed. The children grew, had children of their own.

The loss of his eldest had hurt him badly. Half-plant only meant prolonged life.

Death was the eventual end.

Eventually, they all fell victim to mortality. He hated it.

All that had mattered to him was never returning to him.

So, the man who hated suicide with such passion, put a gun to his temple.

And was at peace.

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