Immortality

You cringe. "Tiffany," you begin, "I love you, but I just can't bear the thought of being a fairy. Blame it on archetypes of the tooth fairy in a dainty lavender pinafore, but . . . well, why can't we just have a mixed marriage?"

Tiffany fidgets with her wings and thinks, looking deep into your eyes all the while. Then, she suddenly bursts into tears. "What's wrong?" you ask. "Is it something that I said?"

Tiffany dries her eyes before speaking. "My mother's immortal," she explains, "but my father's eighty-six and already decrepit. It breaks my heart to see him like that, so I swore years ago that I wouldn't repeat my mother's mistake. I love you, but I can't marry you unless you agree to join me in immortality, whatever your form."

Written by Joey Liverwurst

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