“If you could live forever, would you love forever?”
I put the cup to my lips and took a sip filling my mouth with hot coffee so I wouldn’t have to answer him. I hated the necessity of lying.
“Do you mean would I love you forever?” I asked. The tried and true way to avoid answering a question is to ask another.
“Forever is a very long time but I’d like you to try,” he teased.
I smiled and looked into blue eyes that would fade. Dark hair that would gray then perhaps, fall out. Maybe senility would set in, but physically and emotionally, I would remain the same.
“Then I will try with all my heart,” I reassured him. He held onto my hand as if I would bolt from the cafe.
Sometimes, a small lie is quicker and kinder than the truth. Besides by the time I tire of him, he’ll be dead. Over the centuries, I’ve sat in the same spot by the window trying to explain my condition to other partners who could only comprehend that life leads to death.
I wish for death but to obtain it I would have to fall in love.
*Concept for an upcoming novella.
Red Velvet Jones 
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