A Matter of Time
It had never really mattered before, and he had forgotten.
He had been sulking, heart battered and pride sore in the face of her rejection, so determined to not go crawling back to her, to not hand her his heart on a platter again, that it simply hadn't occurred to him. When his need to see her had finally outstripped his pride, it was too late.
His fingers traced the lines of her name cut into the granite slab, heart breaking anew. How could he have let himself forget how quickly mortals aged? It had only been a hundred years.
Word count - 100
No prompt.
Immortality is a difficult thing to really comprehend.