Sometimes it felt odd to stare into the night sky, Eric thought. Odd because he had seen it change over the hundreds of years of his life, and knew that he'd see it change even more in the hundreds to follow. Odd because it was a reflection of his own existence: eternal, and ever expanding. His own life was always growing to let more into it. More people, more experiences. It appeared as though it would never run out of space, and on only one occasion had it seemed to shrink down to encompass only one being, one objective.
"Eric?"
At the soft question, Eric turned his head with a smile to look at the man laying next to him, looking curious behind his thinly-rimmed glasses, and eternity felt like a blessing again.
I hate this one. I might redo it.