New York, 1925
You had finally found him once more.
This was another beginning, one you had longed for over the long years since you had last clapped your eyes upon him in all his glory.
It was hard to believe that he was mere meters from where you were standing. What was stopping you from rushing over, throwing your arms around him and holding him tight was one simple reason. He wouldn't remember, he wouldn't know you. His last death was never easy nor would it ever get easier.
It had been years since you had last been held by him, since you last had tasted his lips. It had been years since you last had truly been happy. You were life was never ending, never stopping. You were forever moving forward and even death passed you by. You possessed the blessing and a curse that was immortality, to walk the world and see it's ending and it's beginning. You never knew the how and why but this was how your life was to be. You would live to see each age that the world would go through until there was nothing but darkness.
Your memory however unlike your life span was not unlimited. You could remember so much, no more than a hundred years worth of memory at time before you simply forgot what came before. You had taken to recording down the most important of these memories into journals to read over and remember.
You barely could recall your parents anymore, they were a blur that lingered in the back of your mind which grew weaker with every passing year. You no longer remembered where you came from or where you had originally intended to go. For now that did not matter, you could always discover this piece of information of one of earlier volumes of your journal but this would and could wait for another was one thing you could never forget.
Him
Your lover, your best friend, your everything.
He had been there since the very beginning. Your first, last and truest love, the man who you had been chasing through the last three hundred years. You never knew when you would find him. Would be still be a boy for you to watch from a distance as he grew.
Would he be a man that you could bump into one day on the street. There was always the chance that you would happen upon him when he had grown old, his hair white as snow after having lived his life with was a possibility that you had faced at least once in your long lifetime before the cycle began again.
Your souls were tied together by a red string pulling you continually back together. Could you take that leap of faith once more? Love him wholeheartedly with the chance he had found another. He could reject the very idea that you were never ending and that you had been searching for any trace of his existence. You had lived so many different lifetimes with him but your love for him had never faded away, had never ended. The flame kept burning throughout the storm that was your life.
Your hand twitched restlessly as every memory both good and bad came flooding back to you. You could simply apparate away, escape without looking back. Regret washed over you, your stomach turned as you mulled over the very thought of it. It wasn't an option that you were comfortable with unless you were certain he would be happiest without the knowledge that you existed.
'I can do this' You repeated internally over and over again as you bravely took the first step towards him. You first had to discover his new name. You had a goal to achieve now regardless of what came after.
To be continued