I’ve always been alone. Only difference now is that I no longer have a choice in the matter. The loneliness, the silence, the mind-numbing boredom; I was well adjusted to all that and more before I started this. My ‘free range incarceration’ as I have come to call it.
Before… before what happened… I lived with my aging grandfather in a small apartment in the smallest town, surrounded on all sides by crop fields as far as the eye can see. I would of loved to get out and meet people or go to an event but my obligations were to my grandfather. And as for my grandfather himself, he was a great man but the years had taken their toll. It wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t a good conversation or activity partner. It wasn’t his fault for anything.
If I were to be honest, I wouldn’t even know what to do if I did have someone to share in my immortality. Before, I quickly and effortlessly drove away the few who did move beyond small talk with me. I can’t imagine what I could do with an eternity to push someone away.