All of them gone in a flash, what was a lifetime to them was nothing to me. Immortality isn't as fun as society paints it to be. The endless cycle, lover after lover, death after death. There's no stopping it. Roselle, Liselotte, Alison, Isabel, Clara, the list just goes on. The mortal life is short, seemingly even shorter for those that meet me. If I stop speaking to people, hide away, maybe they'll live. But now I have to hide this, nobody can know what I've done. I have to go. I bury her below the beauty of the flowers, beautiful like her. I am still deep into the rabbit hole of love.

I hide away for months..

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Finished: 1/12/22