You cannot imagine how it is to live for so long not knowing why you remain young while others age, not knowing why you live while others die.
Then the memory returns. It doesn’t come to you slowly, piece by tantalising piece to be put together and hesitantly grasped; it comes all of a parcel and hits you in the face, the throat, the chest, the gut, the bowels. And you cry out: “Oh God, no!”
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Longevity.