Undying

It was raining as always, it was just another cloudy, rainy, gloomy night of May. Steven was on top of the tower looking down. He was there most of the time, staring at London with love.
-Why are you always here?
-Because I like rain, isn’t that obvious Thomas?
-I am not talking about that.
-Then what?
-We should leave London. I am sick of this place.
-You said you loved it.
-That was a long time ago. Things have changed a lot lately.
-I like to stay where I belong, even if that is going to kill me.
-You are the opposite of that Coulden boy.
-Who? James?
-Yes.
-I see, well he is long gone too. That is what happens when you are a mortal.
-Why do you despise them so much?
-Because they never appreciate anything.
-The only live a few decades.
-And yet you and I are still here, after several hundred years.
-You want to die like them?
-I want to grow old.
-What for?
-If I grow old I might die someday.
-You can die if you want.
-I want to die of normal natural causes. Not by the hand of a stranger.
-Growing old means pain and suffering.
-Pain is the only thing we still have in common with mortals.
-Steven. Do you remember Erika?
-Of course I remember her. How could I forget my wife?
-You should do as she told you to do.
-Her last request was nonsense. I do not want to do it. She was selfish.
-And you are not? We are all selfish.
-That is exactly why I won’t do it. I am selfish.
-Someday you will come here and the rain will make you feel bad.
-I hope that day never comes. I love the sound of water falling down.
-I am going home.
Thomas vanished in front of Steven leaving him alone once more. Several hours later the rain finally stopped and Steven’s phone rang. He ignored it and jumped off the tower. It was in that moment that everything made sense, when time stops. It was the only time when he really felt human again because he could die that way and never come back to the world. However, it was not a good death; it was a tragic and sad death. He could feel the air rushing across his body, the chill of the night striking his face, and the beat of his heart stronger than ever. As he continued falling down he saw the people walking, everything far away from him was getting bigger. One second… two seconds… three seconds… four, five six, and a few more. Finally he stopped a few meters above the ground. He dropped very slowly and touched ground.
-One day you will not be able to stop.
-Hello Liz, you were waiting for me?
-You didn’t answer your phone, and it was raining, and it is late night. I asked myself: where could Ed possibly be? Oh yeah! Falling down from a building! Are you out of your mind!?
-I always do it.
-Yeah, you do it too much. You cannot fly.
-But you want, and someday you will save me.
-You are the one who saves people, not me.
-You have saved me in other ways. You are my hero.
-I only do what I have to do and nothing more.
-Not many people do that. Most people let monsters die.
-You are not a monster.
-What are we then?
-We are like angels.
-Angels have wonderful white wings to spread and fly above all. We are no angels.
-I can fly and I do not have wings.
-Only you can fly, but the rest of us are no more than just monsters.
-Edward, shut up.
-I am going home.
-Let’s go then.