There was not anything new under the sun anymore
There was not anything new under the sun anymore. He had lived so long that he had seen everything that life could possibly have to offer. Sorrow, laughter, joy, pain . . . death . . . he had seen it all pass him by. He had lived many lifetimes over, never once experiencing a final sleep. A single tear was all that would allow for himself.
A single tear for the sorrow and guilt he would always feel.
A single tear for the laughter he had long ago forgotten.
A single tear for the joy that had been stolen from him.
A single tear for the ache that would never go away.
A single tear for the death he had been denied.