Slen
I hadn't aged a day over nineteen. literally. Unlike most people, I had found my soul mate before I turned eighteen so I had continued aging regularly. But when I realized I could live forever if I just killed her, I couldn't help myself. Turns out you can have more than one soul mate. About twenty years later I met my next one. It took me a day or two to realize I was aging again. So I had to kill her too. I've been through seven now. I've gotten faster at it, I took care of the last one almost as soon as I met her.
When I first killed Laura I hated myself, in fact I almost stabbed myself with the same knife so I wouldn't have to live with myself. But it's gotten easier. I haven't even gotten to know any of the other ones; so there has been no bond. I had known Laura since I was 7, how we came to meet isn't important. The point is I fell in love with her; so killing her was the hardest thing I have ever done. She was the only one, she will always be the only one. It's been two hundred and thirty two years since I stopped aging. I'd say my plan has been going pretty well so far.
Ara
I pant as I slow my running on the cobblestone path set by the river, I've been stuck at eighteen for six years now. I pull my earbuds from my ears and pace between two trees. Once my breathing and my heart have calmed I sit on a bench overlooking the gurgling river. Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to share this view with? I sigh and interlace my fingers. Maybe I'll find love one day, for now it's not too bad having a park bench all to myself. After a minute my stomach rumbles so I leave the bench to find a place to eat. Oh, another upside: I only have to pay for my own food.
Slen
I stride down a quiet street with my hands buried in my pockets. I stop and debate whether I want to go to the diner or the bar. The last time I was in a bar I ended up starting a fight. Being drunk, I lost my temper and I started a brawl. I'd spent that night in jail. With resolve I turn to the diner and, upon entering, begin to study the menu. Once I've ordered I turn on my heel to sit down with my food. I accidentally bump into a woman who was standing behind me. "Oh, sorry I didn't realize I was in your way," she apologizes and turns toward me. My heart catches in my throat. For a moment my entire being freezes in time, I blink hard once, twice, three times, but she's still in front of me. How could that be? Trying - and failing - to hide my astonishment I gasp "Laura?"