The club was dark and sweaty. The band, a two piece, voice and keyboards, were pumping out an industrial volume rhythm to which the crowd were berserking on the dance floor.
I saw her eyes first, they sparkled like diamonds against black satin. She beckoned me to the dance floor.
“Take me home” she said.
Outside in the cool of the night she cried the tears of infinity, for she was an immortal. And when I kissed away her tears she gave me immortality too.
In the depths of forever we occasionally cry, but mostly we love. We are immortal.