A Love that never Truly Fades

Lucinda’s pov; I've been wandering on this earth for years as centuries passed as the seasons continued to change. And yet, the only thing that hasn't changed was me. Sure I aged mentally on the inside but it was the outside; my physical appearance that could no longer age along with everyone else. But on how this situation was noticed in a not-so-simple time with medicine and technology advancing in extraordinary ways. However, before then I was just another girl born into this world just trying to find a purpose in life like everyone else. My name is Lucy (Lucinda) Ballia. And this is the beginning of my story within no way of ending. Born during a tie of war was no place for a growing family nor a child. Nevertheless, with difficulty comes hardships that we humans struggling manage to conquer one way or another. And that is how my family accomplished just to survive, by struggling with me being born in the middle of the year of the 1870s. Just trying to live was not an easy matter with WW1 cascading down upon the shoulders of everyone. For it was those who wanted to buy provisions for themselves and their families, as some needed any job as long as they could get paid no matter how low it could be, while others pray for a safe savage for their families in hopes that they'll continue to live for another day who are fighting for the freedom of their homes. Even so, we didn't choose this lifestyle, for we're all justing living through this game called life with the final ending as death and the epilogue becoming a reincarnation. I went through my life as if I was another solder on the battlefield surviving throughout the days that have turn into nights. And so, as I grew with a friend that we met by chance was the only person who kept me going, just like I kept him going without either one of us to know. His name was once Marcus Denzil, and I was always one year older than him. Coincidentally our birthdays are only one day apart, once my birthday is over the next day is his birthday. Every time on the month of May 15th, we make jokes about how I’m one year older than him. The best of friends we are or were. Living in the sunlight and loving in the moonlight. I think that’s how I like to describe us once upon a time, I lived with him in the sunlight as I loved him in the moonlight. For another year came with me now becoming a vibrant woman at the tender age of twenty-five is when he proposed to me. For it became the happiest day of my life, however, which would soon become the last memorable thing that made me happy but which also holds sadness. As it became a reality I never got to experience, whether in this world and never the next.