The millionaire eagerly accepted the curse of immortality.
He buried his parents, his siblings, his friends but shook away that sickening feeling inside.
He never married. He repeatedly told himself that no one was ever good enough, but deep down it was the fear of seeing his wife and kids grow old and die, that shaped his decision.
Decades passed and he put aside any apprehensions of his everlasting life by clutching firm the pocket watch of eternity and kept reminding himself of the gift yearned by so many.
He never stayed in one place too long, afraid of attracting any suspicion. Then one day he found himself feeling desperately lonely. Sitting at an outdoor cafe, watching families walk by, anniversaries being celebrated, fathers swinging kids onto their shoulders, selfies clicked…he glanced sadly back at his immeasurably long life, devoid of any meaningful memories.
He walked to the forest nearby, took out the glinting pocket watch, threw it to the ground and smashed it with his heal.
His entire world spun as he felt a rush within, his body growing older, weaker. He crumbled to the ground and with a small smile on his wrinkled face whispered, “I’m free.”