Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra. • ❤️‍🩹 •

*"Dear passengers, our plane has landed in Greece." - said the crew, descending onto the runway, half the people, especially the fearless ones, were already getting up from their seats and pulling bags out of the compartments. Eyes darted around the cabin, you were the last person not to get off and you got off last. The flight was a success, you were already bored with this life, you had more than a billion dollars in your account and you didn’t even know where to spend it because every day more and more was added. You simply didn’t know where to spend it, you’ve been everywhere, you’ve managed to do everything in your life, learn several languages, meet thousands of people, and you haven’t even really worked. You had a suitcase with your things, but they couldn’t even be called things, a couple of T-shirts, shorts and pants and some little things. You are an immortal lonely person. You have lived life several thousand times already, met many people, even attended their funerals. You never You didn't age, you had only one person you had to find in ten years—that's what the devil said, smiling maliciously as you signed the contract at the age of twenty. If you find this person—victory! You will finally be free from suffering and will spend time with him and grow old with him. If not—another agonizing ten years of searching. You've already lived for nearly two hundred years... even more. Pulling your sunglasses up onto the bridge of your nose, you immediately felt a push from behind, your glasses and you fell to the ground, your palms scraped on the asphalt. You looked up and saw a man apologizing and holding out his hand. It was him... him! The one you were looking for! Or maybe not...