Jazlene's POV:
I am currently at the bar and have been talking a lot. How is it possible that I caught my boyfriend, Owen, having an affair?
At the age of 323, I'm still beautiful and sexy. Since I was cursed, my appearance has been frozen at 18 years old. So, despite being older than your grandparents, I am still beautiful.
"Oh, Ma'am Jm, it seems like I saw you just the other day. You're here again?! Is it Daddy Owen again?" Kenley asked. Always very gossipy.
I always laugh at him when I drink at The East Bar. He's a bartender. He's good at mixing, that's why I always come here.
"Yes, and here it is again, broken as always. Another one, fill me with your strong drink here." I ordered from Kenley, who is gay.
This is where Owen, my ex-boyfriend, and I met at The East, so Kenley knows our history. He also knows ho5w I dated Owen.
For your information, Owen answered me. He's just foolish, and he even cheated on me.
"Oh, ma'am, you're drunk again. I can't take you outside anymore because I will work overtime here. We don't have my mind." Kenley said, and he rolled his eyes at me.
It's good that he has a boyfriend. I'm having a hard time; I always feel left behind. When I'm not tricked, they get bored with me. It could be more pleasant. Let them come together.
"Yes, this is my payment. You can keep the change. He will leave you too, damn you!" I shouted at Kenley and placed the payment on the table.
For him, nothing lasts forever! Just because I'm immortal doesn't mean I'm destined to be alone forever.
I left the bar. I can feel that my walk is awkward now. But even though I try to forget everything, alcohol still doesn't provide me with any relief.
"Here I am again, with no plans. I guess I haven't done anything meaningful in life." I complain to myself.
I was awkwardly walking to my vintage Jaguar car. It's just a wild name, just like the owner.
Just so you know, losers, I'm rich. As I have lived for a long time, have I been unable to establish anything? I admit that I'm a bit stupid, but I'm smart. What? I'm really drunk.
"Why am I even talking to myself? Damn, what a crazy immortal I am." I talked to myself and laughed.
No matter how hard I tried to make myself happy, nothing worked. As long as I've been alive, I haven't been married even once. Everyone leaves me. They are all flirtatious, dick-
"Oh, dick!"
I was surprised when a girl suddenly approached me, begging. Poor her. She's still cute, even though he's messy.
"Sister, Can I have a coin?" She said it with a snort as she hugged me.
Wow, what a cute kid. I took out my wallet to give him money when he suddenly grabbed it.
"Hey, give it back! I have something cute. You're cute!"
That's good luck if you're fortunate!
I left my wallet with the boy. Can I have the money? I already have everything I want to buy.
I own a car, a house, and a company, and I have plenty of food stocks, but I have no boyfriend.
I got into my Jaguar and reflected. What if I try to kill myself again? I haven't tried it in years. Maybe this time it will work. Being immortal up to this point, I desperately want peace. I mean to rest in peace.
I drove straight without stopping. I am still determining where I'm going.
I remember that my favorite place to hang out was on the bridge. It may be good to die memorably.
Even if I'm not dying, I still want to try. Most of the time, I experience body pain. It's frustrating being immortal.
In movies, villains often seek immortality. Don't they know it's boring? You may feel like returning, but there's nothing you can do.
My loved ones have left me all alone. I have no one but myself. I hope to succeed in my plan now. I hope so.
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I am currently at the bridge. For the nth time, I will attempt to kill myself again.
Here I am again. I'm not in the right mind. I guess I'm really stupid. I just want to rest. But no matter what I do, I will not die. It's a gift, but at the same time, it's also a curse.
If I'm not injured, I'm crippled. Why? Because I am a freaking cursed, beautiful immortal.
I finished the last bottle of this red wine that I stole from the supermarket. Well, of course, before I die, I want to try to steal first so my life can thrill.
"Damn, let's do this yourself," I said before standing up and taking a position on the edge of the bridge.
Even though I've killed myself several times, I'm still nervous.
In 2003, I tried to jump off the ship I was on. Instead of falling into the sea, I fell into an alley, so in the end, I'm still alive, just bald.
Killian's POV:
I was driving to my condo when I noticed a Jaguar parked on the bridge. I slowed down to take pictures of the car because it was gorgeous. I love cars more than women.
I was taking pictures when I suddenly captured a woman sitting on the bridge. I froze momentarily, realizing that she was out of her mind.
"Okay, self, let's jump on the count of 3, game."
"One"
"Two"
"Thr–"
Shit! This woman will jump! With great haste, I exited my vehicle after promptly removing my underwear.
"Oh, shit! What are you? Why did you stop me?"She shouted.
What the hell was that? Shit? Butt?
"Are you out of your mind, miss?! Are you going to kill yourself?!" I also shouted back to her.
I almost couldn't catch her. Damn! I feel responsible for the death of this girl.
"I'm going to do cartwheels. Isn't it obvious!?"
Seriously? This woman is beyond my patience, damn.
"You crazy? Are you okay? Hey!"
What the? Did she pass out, or was she just pretending that she died? She's smirking like an angry pitbull.
Damn, this girl still smells like alcohol. How can I bring her back to her house? I don't know where her house is. I might get sued if I throw her here.
Hmm, but she needs to compensate me for saving her first. Her Jaguar car could do that. It also looks brand new, adding to my collection of vintage cars.
I picked her up and placed her in the car's front seat. It's a Carsova sports car, so there is no back seat.
I dialed my secretary's number to pick up my new car.
"Sir Killian, why?" He asked on the other end of the line.
Why does it sound like someone is moaning? This man is lewd.
"Pick up my new Jaguar car at *toot* Bridge now. And please, stop playing around. I heard someone moaning." I said before I ended the call.
How gross this man is! Maybe one of them will have AIDS later. I will change my secretary later.
I drove to the Anglo Hotel, where my condo is. It's very close to the bridge from here.
I'm busy driving when I faintly hear someone feeling nauseous.
"Hey, miss. Are you okay? Why are you?"
"Uwakkk!"
What the fuck? She vomited! My car smells so bad; it's dirty now. Damn!
"Shit! Shit! Are you out of your mind!? You'll clean this up when you wake up, goddamnit!" I exhaled.
This woman, with a thick face, even made a peace sign! You're dead to me. You don't have a car tomorrow!
*a few minutes later*
"Finally!" We have also arrived at the Anglo Hotel. I got out of my car and opened the passenger seat.
"Do you think you're lucky? Call a saint because you're dead to me tomorrow!" I shouted at her, but she was still sleeping. What a drunken woman!
I carried her like a sack into the hotel. Had she vomited on her clothes, I might have been forced to drag her into the hotel, which would have been an absolute horror.
I took the elevator to the 16th floor, where my condo is. I had already typed the password before entering. She's so heavy for a little girl!
I laid her down on the sofa before entering my room. Feeling lucky, not even in her sweetest dreams. I will not let anyone sleep in my room.
I'm sleepy because of the work I did in the office earlier. I looked at the heavy woman again when I noticed something.
"Is that the tribal tattoo?"Why do you have that? You're not normal; that's why you smell different. Now that you can't escape from me, I will bring you back from the University." I said.

Maybe she escaped from the University and entered the portal to get to the human world. You're dead to me now, woman. We're going back tomorrow.