When I was young, I just thought that I was a freak.
I despised being different from others, could not blend in, always had to keep my secrets.
As I grew more mature, I appreciated my gift.
As others were dying because of accidents, diseases, and aging, I could still enjoy my life to the fullest.
I could not grow old, what more a woman wants.
However, now, all people I love have died … my parents, husband, children, and friends.
In a way, they are lucky to be able to move on to the next stage of life, or to be precise death, but I am still stuck here.
Sometime I wish that Sylar would just kill me but I always dismiss that thought.
I should always appreciate life and start a new life somewhere.
Evolution can be cruel but it is meant to be.