Life is random. It's not true, it's reality.
A Random man, in some random city. What he has of special? Nothing, yet life tends to play important roles in a simple mortal. Why he must face this challenge?
"I will grant you immortality" A mysterious voice ravages in the walls of the man's house.
"What?" He muttered in disbelief. I'm getting old. He assures himself. I'm hearing thing. He reasons.
"This is not an illusion" The voice fills the thin air, the voice its cold, yet the soft tone refresh the soul.
"Who's there!?" Now fear is his face. His own mask.
"I am what our people call 'God' "Impossible. Was a reason? Outrageous; the answer." I do know what your mind is plotting son of the moon." Again the voice. It was no use.
"W-what do you want from me!?" Again his voice shudder whit fear, making almost impossible to pronounce the proper's tones of the syllables.
"I came to grant you immortality, place you amongst my brothers and sisters, my fathers and mothers, my sons and daughters." 'That' didn't even breath, it's was unreal, yet his ears don't lie, his mind raced, excitement replace the previous fear.
"W-what I must do?" History teaches the important rule of alchemy. If you want something, you must pay for something equally or more important. He isn't absort of this rules, no one in life is.
"You must find true love" And whit that the voice leaves. Why him? The question. which was never asked. Whit the answer which was never given.
This story; different for all has a beginning, and has an end. The way is writing is unplanted. It's free.
The man search for his love, his quest gives him the chance to travel all around the world. Meeting countless of women's. Countless of chances.
Yet, none of them has the special bright, none held his heart like a true love supposed to.
"This is in Vain!" shouts the depressed man. "No one's is perfect to me!" he was devastated. But he'll never admit it. He will never.
True loves means a lot of thing, but loves is not perfect itself. Why must be? Why should be so easy?
Yeas passed and the man fall in love, he didn't know why, the girl was stubborn, obnoxious and clever. He didn't know why, but he was in love.
They married; He never expected to be this happy. He never expected to her. It was strange; he takes off this this journey to fall in love, even though it was the last thing he wanted. He smiled. His journey was for far the best history could make, no matter what. It's was so simple, yet so strangled.
His wife, despite her personality, was beautiful; a man's come and brags about their blond wife's, their beautiful curves.
He didn't care, his wife was short, almost as half of him, and that make her even more perfect. Because, in the end; she wasn't perfect at all.
"I have come to give you what I promise son of the moon" The familiar voice echoed.
"No" He's old and has wrinkled, he might day tomorrow.
"Why?" Even after the question, the voice seems to never flinch. That makes the man smile.
"You tell me" The man replies.
"I have witted this many times before." the voice reply, it voice far for it usual coldness was warm.
"Thank you" The man smirked. He knew immortality means he must watch his wife die. Been a god isn't anything if his wife is not whit him. This travel, this journey it wasn't related to immortality. Not really.
It belongs to love, the immortality of love. Of obnoxious fight and strange kisses. Of passion and anger.
He is immortal for his wife, and she is immortal to him. The voice fades muttering a "Thank you" and he knew who the voice was. His hearth, his own soul. He's normal indeed, but he has a special soul. Like everybody.
Do you hear it?