There was something about that girl undeniably broken which he couldn’t resist. She had a free spirit - an old soul locked within her big blue eyes - but she was sad and terribly lost. There was this deep dark sorrow hiding behind her sarcastic smile. He smiled to himself. “Oh, of course, she is just like me!” he thought.
Indeed she was, despite all the darkness around her, she was having fun, drinking, dancing, killing herself slowing, planning on living fast, dying young and leaving a beautiful corpse so people could cry on. Just like him, except for the little fact that has been torturing him for the last few centuries, he wouldn’t die. He already was the beautiful corpse and nobody would cry on his grave, not after all those years, not after all he’s done.
He watched as her body moved from one side to another, dancing along the song, moving in the se