The mortality ending
It was easy for Alfred to make a decision. "I want to become a mortal."
Arthur, who had been standing idly by the whole time, finally decided to speak up. "Alfred, are you sure about this? You haven't dealt with the process of aging or your own death. Are you sure you can handle it?"
Alfred nodded, taking Arthur's hand. "I'm sure. I've lived a long enough life."
Vlad grinned. "Your wish is my command!" The magician started to chant, enveloping Alfred in a purple light. When the light receeded, Vlad winked and dissapeared. In his wake was his business card. Alfred picked it up, pocketing it just in case.
"Do you think we'll still be reincarnated?" Arthur asked.
Alfred kissed him. "Yeah, I think we will. We're meant to be together, that's why you kept reincarnating in the first place. And throughout the ages, whenever and wherever we'll be, I'll always love you."
"And I'll always love you."
years later
Alfred F. Jones was a simple man. He considered himself polite, charming, and an overall good guy. To put it simply, he normally wouldn't stare at strangers; but that British man across the cafè shop looked too familiar to him. Eventually, sense of familiarity drove him to approach the man.
"Uh, have I met you before?" Alfred asked, shuffling his feet.
The Brit looked up from whatever he was reading. "I don't know, have I? You look awfully familar.
Alfred laughed. I had the same feeling about you! Strange isn't it?"
"Yes, it is. How about you sit down and we'll see If we can find the source of it."
Alfred sat. "My name's Alfred by the way."
"Nice to meet you Alfred, my name is Arthur."
The two started talking, and didn't stop until the shop closed. Startled by the passing of time, the two quickly exchanged numbers with the promise to meet again. Both felt like they had filled some kind of hole, and left the cafè with a smile on their face and a head full of thoughts of the other.