Immortality meant loneliness, she thought.
It erased your happiness but the sadness lingered.
It recorded pain in your heart and played it over and over again, like a broken song.
While the scars remain there forever, it etched all the bitterness that could never be healed.
She yearned for death
She yearned for an end.
But the end, was nowhere to be found.
Pencil hand drawn on paper, edited in Photoshop.
