Forever Young At Heart

The sun sank below the horizon and painted the vast city of Los Angeles in a warm orange light. The sky changed into a mix of pinks, purples, and blues, a stunning view that always amazed Henry. He stood on top of his Beverly Hills mansion looking at the incredible scene, lost in thought. As he sipped his expensive scotch, the helicopter sounds filled the air, getting louder each second. Henry squinted a bit, turning to look at the coming aircraft. His helicopter, a smooth black MD, landed on the green grass, its blades creating a light wind. Henry watched the helicopter as he drank his scotch, his mind already racing. He needed to host a charity gala tonight, and the most important people in Los Angeles would show up. He always felt the need to act, to be the best host and philanthropist. But Henry had played this role for so long that it felt natural now. As he turned to go back inside, he noticed Jenkins, his faithful butler, waiting by the door. Jenkins had worked for him for over 20 years, and during that time, he had become more than just a butler – he was a trusted friend and advisor. "Everything set for tonight Jenkins?" Henry asked in his rich, velvety voice. "Yes, sir," Jenkins answered with a blank face. "The guests will start arriving soon. Should I walk you downstairs?" Henry gave a nod, taking one final look around the room before he went with Jenkins to the lavish entryway. The noise of people laughing and music playing came up from below, mixing with the smell of rare flowers and high-end food. Henry and his companion walked down the stairs. He looked around the room, seeing many people he knew. James, who was a business partner with Henry, talked to some investors. Rachel, in charge of Henry's public image, stood near the bar always alert. The room held lots of important people from Los Angeles. Even with all the shine and show, Henry didn't feel part of it. He thought he was just acting a part. People always found Henry hard to understand, like a puzzle. Tonight was no different. He walked into the stunning hall with an enchanting smile. *************** Sophia opened her eyes as sunlight entered through the tiny window of her little studio flat. She extended her arms, let out a yawn, and moved her legs to the bed's edge, letting her feet hang. Her eyes wandered across the messy room, noticing the canvases piled on the walls, the easel covered in paint splatters, and the brushes scattered about. She lived a simple life far from the glitz and glamour of Beverly Hills. Her parents - her mom worked as a librarian, and her dad taught music - had given her a love for art and creativity. Sophia loved to paint, and she spent most of her days in her world of colors and textures. As she walked to the kitchen, her cat rubbed her legs and purred. Sophia smiled, poured herself a cup of hot coffee, and started to plan her day. She had a new project in mind, a series of abstract pieces that drew inspiration from the city's lively street art scene. Sophia grabbed her coffee and sat at her easel. She chose a bright blue piece of paint and started to work. As she painted, the colors mixed. She lost track of time, and soon the sun began to set, filling her studio with a warm orange light. Taking a step back, Sophia looked at her painting. She felt proud of what she had created. This studio was her favorite place – full of art and music, and the peaceful feeling of her small world. As Sophia cleaned her brushes, her phone vibrated. A text from Emily, her best friend, appeared. "Hey, girl! Want to meet for dinner and talk? I've got exciting news!" Sophia grinned and sent a quick reply. "Sounds great! Should we go to the new bistro downtown at 7?" She gave a quick smile and hung the painting, inspiring it with wonder. **************** The charity event was a hit. Henry's estate turned into a fancy paradise. The elite of Los Angeles mixed and chuckled, their faces bright with the joy of giving. Henry's eyes gleamed as he moved through the crowd, showing off his appeal and magnetism. As the evening progressed, money streamed in, surpassing all hopes. Henry felt proud, knowing his work would help people in need. Yet amid the success, Henry kept looking at the strange object on his wrist. It seemed to throb with alien power as if it sensed the night's thrill. When the guests started to leave, Henry's business partner, James, came up to him smiling. "Henry, you've outdone yourself. This night will stick in our minds forever." Henry's eyes narrowed, his thoughts racing about his hidden secrets. Will they even remember after their death? Would he ever be normal again? " What will become of me forever'' James' face changed, and Henry thought he might've said too much. But the moment went by, and James patted his back. "Well, Henry, you are the best. You're good at this game. And that look of yours will never fade." Henry smiled again, but his eyes showed a bit of worry. James had no idea that his secret was way more mysterious than anyone could guess... After the last person left, Henry went to his study where the thing on his wrist gave off a soft glow in the dark room. He poured some scotch, thinking hard about what his actions might lead to.