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Dante POV
I watch all of these people grow, just as I have in the past, and just as I will in the future. They say we’re not promised tomorrow, but the thing is, I am, and frankly, I don’t want it. Forever is a long time, I know that better than any. So why am I still tied to the things that make us humane? It's unfair, and I curse any Gods who made me this. They must have quite the laugh watching my life like their favorite drama. Maybe it’s more like a videogame since they’re always playing with it.
I’ve been friends with Stanley for what seems a lifetime. I guess immortality will mess with your perception of time, but, what doesn’t? But that’s besides the point. It’s his friend I’m more interested in. Florence is something so close yet so far. I’ve probably done this over a thousand times so I’ve honestly given up on it; it’s not good for my health.
That doesn’t stop me. Apparently nothing can. We talk often, though not too much as I may seem desperate. It’s best I keep my distance, it seems I am destined for no lover. Some say it’s a waste to try at all if there’s no intention of forever. She shows no interest anyways, I’ve seen it, she is all but a tease, which scares me the most. There is no room in my endless life for avoidable heartbreak. No mortal would comprehend the weight of my experiences enough to provide aid. But a few come close.
Currently, there’s William, he’s probably the closest I’ll have to someone who understands. He denies such genius that I know is true. Still, I find it easiest to confide in him. The only issue, he is best friends with Florence as well. It’s not I don’t trust him, but Florence is persuasive, something else to be admired for.