So I might as well get creative with it. That was my new philosophy, my way of coping with the endless cycle of loss that came with immortality. I had watched countless friends and loved ones pass away over the centuries, each time feeling a little less human, a little less capable of feeling anything at all. But this time, I decided to do things a little differently. As I watched my closest friend approach the end of his mortal life, I made a plan. I would turn him, make him immortal like myself, and we would roam the earth together, never parted by death. It was a risky move, but I was willing to try anything to break the curse of eternal loneliness. And so I did it. I turned him, and watched as his eyes flickered open, and the realization of what he had become sunk in. But something was different. He didn’t seem grateful, or even happy to be alive. He seemed…angry. And as I watched him slowly begin to unravel, I knew I had made a grave mistake. Through the long, painful process of watching him lose his mind and become a monster, I began to realize that maybe, just maybe, death was a mercy. And as I fled from him for the rest of eternity, I knew I would never make the same mistake again.
