-You aged.
-As one does.
-No, no you shouldn't age, that is not how it's done. You were never suppose to feel the ravages of time. The burden of mortality. It was a promise made. I made that promise.
-Well, my lord, as you can see, perhaps you are fallible.
-That too is impossible. I am God.
-And yet, my hair grays with each day now. My bones shrink and my skin withers. What else was I to expect from you. I was to live and I did.
-For all of eternity! You were created to last. I made you. You are...
-Don't cry, my lord. It not the end now.
-But it will come, and I never meant it to be so. I planned for us to have one another, that we would never be separated. We are suppose to live together, in joyous harmony, forever. I failed.
-I know .
-Is that why you hide from me?
-No, I didn't hide. I just learned to avoid you. It was easier, all these years.
-Forgive me, for failing you.
-Not failure, just a different way of life. It has lead me to lead the best life I could have dreamed. Thank you.
-How? How can you thank me, when I promised you so much more?
-I learned to value all I have and what I was given. So in the end, I will only know gratitude.
-At the end
-At the end, I praise you.
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