I've tread this Earth for years now. Thousands. I haven't lost anything. I never will lose anything. The ground has changed. From once lush grass and vegetation destroyed by cold cement. I look up. The house that was my home centuries ago still is mine. Nothing has changed about it, minus the interior slightly. Human society has become more advanced over the years. Somehow, I've managed to keep up with it. The only thing of mine that hasn't is my fashion style. Voices are all around me as I continue to walk down the cement path, the skies dark and grey. It was never this dark originally, but as mortals ruin it, everything darkens in a way to display the pain. It's strange if I'm honest. No one else is forced to live forever, yet they destroy themselves. I can beat myself up and hurt myself all I want. I'll still be here. They won't. if they do that. No one talks to me. They only throw weird glances and stares at me as I walk past. I don't care about them.

I turn around a corner to go to that store when I feel someone run into me, their head landing on a very...odd place. They looked up. It was a female. She has watermelon pink hair and lime green eyes. Her eyes didn't shine very much, but the overall look of her face looked young, like a teenagers. She must have been a teenager. Of course. No teenager looks where they're going these days. Too addicted to phones. The girl stared at me before stepping backwards a bit, her hands up, shaking in worry. Must be her way of saying sorry or something.

"I'm so sorry!" she said, her apology actually sounding sincere for a teenager. Most teenagers would say sorry in an obviously fake way when they did something to me that they shouldn't have.

"...mh," I didn't say anything more.

"Uhm...do you accept it?"

I nodded in response to her question. She smiled. I could tell there was something wrong with the smile. It seemed half real, yet also fake.

"Well, guess I should go. Sorry again,"

For some reason, I didn't want this teenage girl to go. Hm. Maybe it was the story that she clearly had behind that fake smile and the lack of shine in her eyes.

"No," I blurted out, giving into the urge deep within me.

She looked confused. "No?"

I nodded in response.

"Uh...why?" Her voice sounded weary, almost scared.

My brain whirred. The only way I could talk to more is if I could reassure her. That would be hard. I should lie for now.

"You seem interesting. I haven't talked to anyone in a while who has caught my attention."

"Oh!"

"...Would you be interested to coming to my house to talk..?" I asked, nearly forgetting what to do when talking to someone.

She smiled in response. Once again, the smile didn't seem to reach his eyes.

"Follow me then."

I began to walk back to my house with her following close behind me. She was a much more interesting teenager than all the other teenagers that live around here. I wondered what her story was. There was much more to her than depression caused from being a phone addict. My heels clicked against the cement as we walked. Her shoes seemed to not make much noise. She must have been wearing flat shoes.

As we reached the garden of my home, I heard a small gasp from the girl. Everyone gasped at the sight of my home. The exterior never changed since it was first built. I think my immortality spread to the structure of my home. Nothing had broken. Ever. I looked back at her. Her mouth was wide open. I wonder when she'll close her mouth.