Happy Birthday Eternity

I start to panic.

I want to stay with her.

And then time, it moves sideways.

11

My name is Ellis Jackson. I’m 2038 years old. I didn’t meet the love of my life until I turned 578. Her name is Evaline. She has pale skin and collagen injected lips. Like everyone else that lives forever, most of her body is fake.

I love Evaline even though I barely remember why. I just know that I do. I’m relying on the fact that I’ve said it so many times that there must have once been a reason for my love.

But isn’t that how we always go through life? Relying on our words to justify our actions? Whatever happened to justifying our words with our actions?