I have been to an endless number of these parties. They are a distraction. A way to pass the time. The chandelier sparkles like jewels overhead, bathing the ballroom in warm light, while an orchestra plays over the hum of a bustling crowd. Although I weave in and out of the crowd with effortless grace, I feel stagnant, for every one here ages by the moment while I remain forever as I am. The crowd parts. And for the first time in centuries, I can almost feel my heart beat again when I see her. She is so beautiful. Just as she was so very long ago. After all this time, I have finally found my beloved…