text: "What is it like?” he whispered, trying to calm himself. She sighed. “It is exactly what you think it would be like.” He was not sure if she would continue, given her extremely annoyed expression. He had no choice but to wait, nearly forgetting to breathe as he counted the seconds in his head. “I have often thought of how I would explain it to a human if one ever asked me. I have had millions of make-believe conversations in my head with frightened, scared, little know-it-alls such as yourself. When they realize its all true... the look on their face.. Its beautiful.” Her words were so fluid. She half smiled and her eyes filled with a sinister resentment for him. She again paused an awkward length of time before inhaling sharply and resuming her thought. “In those mock conversations, I always try to explain the difference between living one life...with one family, one schooling experience, one professional experience, and one death... and living hundreds. I have been every profession imaginable and I have been nearly every type of person as well.” She spoke slowly, with purpose, as if reading a script. She paced in front of him as she continued, “There were decades where I was kind and had a family. Decades were I was alone and dreamed of a better life. Decades were I was an explorer and traveled everywhere...” her voice had changed to a sweeter tone. He could tell she was remembering something, or someone. She was thinking about something other than him and he felt a second of relief. “I have quiet literally done it all and now, unfortunately for you, you humans tend to bore the shit out of me.” Her voice had reverted back to the harshness that first accompanied it. Upon hearing her last thought he quickly knew his stalling tactic was failing and scrambled his brain for a challenging question, an interesting thought...anything! She inched closer to him and her eyes were no longer looking into his. They turned a empty, midnight black; displayed his scared reflection. He shook his head in terror and cried every plea he could make until he suddenly blurted out, “What about love?!” She paused at his inquiry and smiled large and warmly. “Oh. You’re doing that cute thing that frightened humans do. You want to know me? You want to find out my secrets? You want me to share things with you, things that will make you important? Well, guess what.” Her eyes faded back to a radiant blue and her skin flushed with color. She looked... beautiful. And caring. She looked at him the way his grandmother would when he was younger. She looked so familiar he unintentionally relaxed. Even stopped crying. “You’re not.” His blood was drained from him faster than the warm feeling from her smile.