AN: I felt like creating an immortality drabble, and this is the result. It's kind of depressing to be honest.
Everybody dies
It is the one universal truth in this world. The only thing that is eternal outside of the passage of time. Beings falter, castles crumble and mountains erode. There is nothing that can weather time's onslaught forever.
It's a sad moment when one realizes death, however permanent, no, especially because it is such a definite release, can be so much kinder than living on. It's even sadder when this realization comes at the young age it had for him, and it would have horrified him to learn that he would have the decades, centuries even, to learn the full weight of these words.
He does not regret meeting the people he does, even when knowing that every acquaintance he makes, is a person he will some day lose. He lives, he laughs, he loves, but with every person lost, a part of him follows too, slowly chipping away at everything he is.
Blue eyes that have seen entirely too much, have yet to loose their shine, but nevertheless something was lost over the ages. There is hope in them, there is fire and passion, but there's no sense of wonder, not anymore, and there will likely never be again.
If fear is the little death, and death is simply death, what would this be? This apathy to loss? Moving onwards without a goal, without any release in sight? Knowing that slowly, you are losing everything you are, becoming something you don't recognize.
Everybody dies
It will simply be a long, drawn out process, instead of the quick cessation everyone else is gifted with.
