Chapter 6
Immortality may seem invincible, but no one could understand the suffering that comes with it. Lifetimes without desire, without purpose, and endless deaths. An eternity of loneliness that no one else could comprehend.
Bit by bit, it grinded me down.
After the second resurrection, I stop feeling grateful for coming back.
Instead, I dreaded it, fear it. Because the one thing I couldn’t do was die.
Truly die.
That was a nightmare beyond imagining. A desperate wish that never comes true.
But Santiago–he never understood.
He pointed at my face and screamed that I was ungrateful, that I didn’t know the value of life.
I actually laughed, then I pointed at Elizabeth–lying on the ground, writhing in agony–and screamed back, “Let’s hope when she wakes up, she understands your so–called ‘good intentions. Because if she doesn’t, she’ll hate you for the rest of her life!”
“You want to know what my first death was like?” I spat.
“My hands and feet were bound. It was the dead of winter, but those bastards threw me into a frozen river.”
“I drowned over and over again, each time coming back to life, only to suffer the agony anew That bone–deep cold is something I will never forget. For three months, I drifted in that frozen hell–until the ice began to thaw, and I finally crawled my way to shore.”
“That was only the beginning. My first death.”
‘She’ll also endure my second death–buried alive in mud like some cursed beast. Suffocating. and dying. Only to wake and die again. It took me a full year to claw my way out.”
‘And after that? There’s a third. A fourth. A fifth… She’ll relive them all.”
It wouldn’t take long. After just two deaths, Elizabeth would loathe him.
The life they dreamed of–the marriage, the quiet days ahead, the children they planned–all of it will be crushed before it ever begins.
Santiago miscalculated.
He didn’t just fail–he doomed the woman he claimed to love.
Hearing my words, he broke down
Screaming like a madman, he tore at his own hair, fists pounding against his skull.
‘No! No, this can’t be happening! Elizabeth and I–we fought so hard just to be together!”
‘We were going to get married. We even planned for two kids–two!”
‘Why would you do this to us?!”
‘We just wanted to live in peace! Is that so wrong?!”
Tears spilled down his cheeks as he fell to his knees.
3:07 pm D DRD
“This is all your fault! All of it! Please let’s try another surgery! I’ll take your organs back from her and return them to you! Just spare her Spare me! I beg your”
His desperation was pitiful.
And with it–all my satisfaction in revenge vanished.
Because in the end, every person who ever tried to kill me, every one of them… eventually came back, begging me for forgiveness,
And I was always left with the same emptiness,
They were the ones who were greedy. The ones who plotted my death,
Even when I warned them, they went ahead anyway,
So why regret it now?
“It’s too late” I said coldly,
I looked at Santiago with disappointment–no longer angry, just done.
I returned every token of affection he had ever given me–all the little things that once meant love.
“Even if you rip open Elizabeth’s body to return my organs, what would you give her instead?
“She’d die without them, wouldn’t she?”
“You say you two did nothing wrong–but her veins are filled with my blood, drawn out by your own hands,”
“And now you’re saying it’s my fault?”
“You made her as my replacement. You did this with your own hands.”
Each word stabbed deeper than the last.
And Santiago finally snapped.
He lunged at me–grabbed my throat and began to squeeze, shaking me violently.
“I’ll kill you!” he screamed.
“I swear I’ll kill you!”
But I didn’t fight back.
I’m no longer immortal. I couldn’t come back again.
This could be the end. And yet, I wasn’t afraid.
Because even in her half–conscious state, Elizabeth could feel my pain–the blood we shared bound us.
Some primal instinct kicked in. A protector’s instinct.
She woke up, and her eyes still glazed with pain–but her hand reached for the heavy ashtray on the coffee table.
CRACK.
A dull thud sounded.
The ashtray smashed into Santiago’s skull.
He crumpled to the ground, curling into himself, groaning in agony.
