It was night time in the bustling city X, I watched the great view of the busy city from my office which is located at the top floor of one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city.
I had always been a silent observer of the world, watching humanity's fleeting existence from the shadows. Living eternally was both a blessing and a curse, for it granted me knowledge beyond measure, yet condemned me to witness countless tragedies unfold over the centuries. The weight of time bore down upon my shoulders, but I had grown accustomed to the solitude it brought.
I stepped out of my thoughts and put on my coat as I left the office. I found myself strolling through the bustling city streets, my senses attuned to the life around me. The cacophony of voices and the rhythm of footsteps were the background music of existence, but amidst the chaos, a faint very whisper caught my attention. If not for my supernatural abilities I wouldn't have been able to perceive the sound of the voice.It was a gentle plea for help, a cry that was barely audible to human ears, but to me, it was as clear as a bell ringing in the silent night.
I followed the elusive sound, weaving through the labyrinth of dimly lit alleyways. It led me to an obscure corner, where the flickering streetlights painted the cobblestones in an eerie glow. There, lying on the ground, was a woman - fragile and wounded. Her dark hair splayed out like a halo, contrasting with the pallor of her delicate features. I couldn't see her eyes, but her faint breaths were enough to assure me that she was still alive.
My heart stirred with a mixture of curiosity and disdain for how weak and vulnerable she looked. It was a pityful sight to behold, truly humans are weak creatures . I bent down slightly with one knee to the ground beside her, the cool night air sending a shiver through my immortal body. Her breathing was shallow, and her life force was rapidly diminishing. The scent of her blood was intoxicating, tempting my primal instincts to heal her myself, but I had long learned the consequences of revealing my true nature.
"You little thing...who did this to you?" I asked softly with a slight frown, my voice barely above a whisper. Even though I knew she couldn't hear me, I couldn't help but speak the words aloud.
In the distance, the sirens of approaching ambulances wailed, but they seemed worlds away. Time slowed to a crawl as I observed her, a mere mortal, clinging to life like a fragile thread. There was an inexplicable connection I felt to her, as if our paths were destined to cross.
The sound of footsteps echoed behind me, and a group of passersby had gathered to witness the scene. Their murmurs filled the air, but I remained focused on her. I gently cradled her in my arms, feeling her warmth seeping into my cold embrace. For a moment, her eyelids fluttered, and I caught a glimpse of deep emerald eyes that held a fleeting spark of recognition.
"Help is on the way," a concerned voice called out from the gathering crowd.
I nodded in acknowledgment, my gaze never leaving hers. The world around us blurred, and it was as if we were the only two souls existing in this moment of eternity. My thumb brushed lightly against her cheek, and a faint smile graced her lips. In that small gesture, I felt a connection that went beyond words.
Minutes passed like hours, and the sirens grew louder as the ambulances arrived. The paramedics rushed forward to take over, but I felt reluctant to release her from my embrace . I wanted to stay, to watch over her until her last breath, but I knew that my presence would only complicate matters further.
Reluctantly, I stepped back, allowing the paramedics to do their job. A soft blanket of sorrow settled over me as they worked tirelessly to save her. I yearned to do something, anything, to prevent her from slipping away, but my immortality had its limits, and I was powerless to intervene.
Her name escaped from the lips of one of the paramedics - Lucia. A name that would forever be etched in my memory. As they lifted her onto the stretcher, her eyes met mine once more, and I saw a silent gratitude in her gaze. It was as if she knew, as if she understood that I had been the one to find her, to offer her comfort in her final moments.
The ambulance doors closed, and the flashing lights disappeared into the night, taking Lucia away from me. The crowd dispersed, leaving me alone in the silence of the dark alleyway. I couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was significant, that our meeting was not a mere coincidence but a turning point in both our lives.
Days turned into weeks, and I found myself haunted by Lucia's face. The memories of that night played on a loop in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder what had brought her to that forsaken corner of the city. The mystery surrounding her only deepened my desire to know more.
In my search for answers, I decided to locate the hospital she was taken to and found out that she passed away . The newspaper article was brief, mentioning a tragic accident that claimed the life of a young woman named Lucia. I frowned as I read the words, and an overwhelming sense of loss and distress washed over me. The world had lost a bright soul that night, and I had been the silent witness to her passing.
Fueled by a strange sense of duty, I delved deeper into her life, tracing her steps back to the moments before our encounter. There were no leads, no hints as to why she had been in that particular place at that specific time. Her life remained an enigma, leaving me with more questions than answers.
I visited her grave, a solemn gesture that was both a tribute and a farewell. The tombstone bore her name, etched into cold, unfeeling stone, a stark contrast to the warmth and vitality she had exuded in her short existence. I placed a single white lily on her grave, a symbol of purity and rebirth, before I turned away, knowing that I would never forget her.
But then a thought occured to me . As and immortal myself I could help her through her spiritual journey to reach Nivera (A journey by which ones soul is pulled to the earth by a stronger force which leads to rebirth)
I went back to the skyscraper. In the deepest place underground where the history of my past I preserved, ancient relics and all. I sat in the center of the place in a meditation posture. I closed my eyes as I focused entirely, detaching myself from sounds and movement of the things around me . And I finally reached the other realm , since I had touched her physically before it was easy for me to locate her. And there she was..... she looked like an angel personally sculptured by the god himself, an epitome of ethereal beauty full of light. She was smiling as she conversed with the other souls who were about to finally move to the heavenly realm after death.
I don't know how long I stayed there, just watching her glow silently from a distance