One Hundred Years Too Late: The Immortal’s Regret
Language: en
Julian and I are immortals. On the night of our one-hundredth anniversary, he suggested we play Truth or Dare. I lost. "Dare! Come on, what do you want me to do?" Julian looked at me, his voice flat and calm. "Eve, let’s take a break. For a hundred years." I froze. He gave me a helpless, indulgent smile, the kind he always used when I was being stubborn. "There’s this girl. She’s been chasing me for three or four years. She’s incredibly persistent, and I don’t want to break her heart. So, I agreed to be with her." "And what about me?" My fingernails dug so hard into my palms that…