All you need is - Immortality [COMPLETED]

Everyone's thoughts are now read all the time. And even dreams.

Thoughts turned into something that can create a whole story about one person.

No matter what you think, your every thought will be written down.

Thoughts became the currency. But no one knows how to use this kind of currency.

Except them.

I kept holding his hand while we were walking away.

I knew Yundoran was going to be okay. After all, he is such a person that, being in danger, can turn it into a comedy, and even laugh.

"Do you know what they're up to? Do you know why scientists have created creatures like you?"

Moonlight, not hiding the fact that he was scared, replied, "I didn't know that. I'm sorry."

"Why are you asking for forgiveness? It's not your fault."

"I don't know anything. But I read that man's mind, and he was thinking about you. He thought you were dangerous."

"What? Dangerous? What do you mean?"

"I don't know. He was just thinking about it."

Noticing that Moonlight was shaking a little, I tried to calm him down. And I suddenly wanted to hug him.

People tend to hide their feelings and desires, but from now on, I won't do that. I want to be honest. Because we have only five years.

"You promised me you wouldn't think about how long I was going to live," he suddenly said, or rather whispered in my ear. So quiet, yet so loud.

"How can I forget that? But you know what's the weirdest thing? Knowing this, I still take risks."

"How?"

"I get used to you every second," I whispered, too, and hoped he wouldn't hear me. But he heard.

"Are you getting used to me?" he asked, but it didn't sound like a question. Moonlight already knew human nature and all the hints that were in my words.

"I don't know what will happen next. I don't know why they started reading minds. But I know one thing," I whispered, but I was interrupted. Because of those flying cars, that were above our heads.

With the noise, it was like they wanted to fall on us. And it seemed to me that they deliberately hung over us, making it clear that now they are in charge. But I raised my hand and waved to them. And at that moment, I made a promise to myself that I would never let go of that hand. Even when I’ll face the dangers.

When they joined the ranks of other cars, I looked around.

The city was still the same. Only, every thought of every human was constantly under supervision. Even now, it was happening to me. Someone was reading my thoughts.

But I didn't care.

"Let's go. I want to have tea."

I'm tired of describing the streets. But I still have to describe the one we're on right now.

It's been a few years since Wizards came into the world. And their numbers grew every day.

Therefore, now, almost in every street you could find Wizard who was simply thrown out of the house, because of his “old” age.

As the year of death of these creatures approached, people simply threw them out as an unnecessary thing. And many now spent their last days on the streets, under the constant damp air that came from the sky.

On the street where such creatures lived, we walked with Moonlight and each of us remained silent.

Passing by a tired, wounded Wizard, who still somehow managed to smile, I tried not to think. I was banishing my thoughts. But my heart was beating and I was in pain.

I looked at Moonlight. In his eyes I read a question that sounded like, "Why are people cruel?"

I didn't know how to answer that question. And since I myself was a part of this humanity, since I was a human being, I was very ashamed. After all, people made all these innocent beings who for four years fulfilled the most abnormal desires and dreams, suffer.

I tried to find in this pure look at least a hint of doubt. But no, Moonlight trusted me.

"Do you trust me? Do you really trust me so much? Do you think I'll never leave you?"

He nodded his head, and smiled slightly, replied, "Yes."

A short answer, one word, and that's all it said.

When we left that street, I could feel relieved. But still, I was so ashamed.

"If you're tired, why don't we use teleportation?" he asked.

"I want to show you the city. I decided to go slow so you could see the world around you. It's not the whole world, though."

"I'd like to see the world you see in your dreams," he suddenly said. And at that moment, the wind blew so much that his jacket opened, and I was able to see the delicate waist, which immediately gave way to tense abdominal muscles.

How much beauty has Sennhandd invested in each such creature?