One year time skip~
That guy kept coming ever since that day. Every time he came we kind of grew closer. Though he really was pissing me off because every time I saw him I got this weird feeling. There was really no way to explain it. It's been a year and I still don't know what that feeling is. It's stupid.
Anyway, what was I doing? Oh right getting drunk because it was once again my birthday. Happy birthday me! You old hack! Just please die already! I'm 120 now great!
Back at the restaurant with a hangover that feels like something tried beating me with a brick. Great start up to the week! I think it was at 50 when I started getting drunk on my birthday. I don't even celebrate it. I kind of just get black out drunk and wake up to my apartment being a mess. It's a great way to show how much I stopped caring. At least things are looking up even if there's a possibility that my friends will die. It's already happened. There's no doubt it won't happen again.
Anyway, Ludwig was here.
"Are you okay?"
"No, I have a hangover that feels like someone is shoving tons of knives in my head."
"Uh..vivid...but why?"
"Well, I got drunk, why else?"
"No, I mean why did you get drunk in the first place?"
"That's classified."
"Classified or you don't want to tell me."
"Both."
"You know, I've noticed something odd about you."
"What?"
"The fact that you always seem like you've given up on life. Like an old man."
"Oh I have given up on life...and to tell you the truth I really am old."
"What do you mean?" I kept silent for a bit.
"...you know how the average time people wait for a soulmate is ten years...?"
"Yes."
"There are people who have to wait longer...way longer."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that..." I sighed. "I'm over a century old."
"Wait really?"
"Yes."
"That's odd because my brother also had to wait quite sometime."
"Really? How long?"
"About 50 years, but it was no where near a century."
"Don't mock me."
"So what was it like a hundred years ago?"
"Oh the annoying question...why can't anyone ask what it was like during interesting times like the 20s or 60s?"
"Alright I'll just skip that question...what about your brother?"
"Skip! Different question please."
"Hm...what was it like in the 20s?"
"Now you're asking the good questions!"
The rest of the day was just a blur. I was too tired to care. I just wanted to get home as soon as possible so I can sleep. Pasta and sleep would be heaven for me. I can just picture it now...a luxury bed with a deliciously made pasta.
I think I'm going insane. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe I've lost one too many brain cells. I'm most likely tired. Gee, I wonder why, it surely isn't because I haven't been able to sleep properly for a hundred years! World please...just end me...
I was awoken by the bell of the door. I had forgotten that I was still working. Just an hour more...
An hour felt like days. When the clock finally struck eight, I locked up the restaurant and went home. Not before stopping at a bar for a bit. I ended up getting home slightly drunk and pretty angry for no reason. I grabbed a bottled of cheap liquor from the kitchen.
Hell, if I was already half drunk I might as well finish myself off for the night. At least that way I won't have to bare the thoughts of wanting to shoot myself.
I was about halfway through the bottle when there was a knock at my door. I just was barely able to stand up let alone stumble to the door, but I made somehow. When I opened the door, I was met with Ludwig looking straight or at least I think he was. It was hard to tell. I was shit-face drunk after all.
"Whatareyoudoinghere?" My words barely coherent and slurred.
"Are you okay?" I heard him question. I looked at him for a moment barely comprehending the situation. In fact I was focused on the perfection that was him. He was like an angel. A weird feeling was popping up in my stomach and my head was telling me to kiss those perfect lips.
I did as told.
I leaned forward while pulling him in.