The Eternity by Anastasia Zaruba

- Anton, have we been here
for a long time? - Mary whispered quietly
- I do not know, I have not been counting time for a long time, and I'm tired of thinking when we're free!
- And how are you dead, Anton?
- Accidentally! - He again shouted. - I cog a little in the cards, bent myself to change something in my head, and got a bullet in the temple. Do not remember what was going on. Only pain.
- You're stupid, Anton! - the girl smiled, enjoying the morning sun rays.
- What do you say! And she ran behind her cat and did not notice the abyss, and fell there! And in general, I'm older than you.
- Two hundred and thirty years old, Anton,  - Mary smiled sadly, -  I'm older.
- Sorry i forget. Our likeness is immutable, you will always be ten, and I am twenty-nine.
- Do you remember how to be alive, remember your relatives ?!
- I remember, Marу, I remember all my relatives, acquaintances. I live again and again the same thing. But I do not remember one, how to be alive, I'm too long in this likeness. I can not understand why it was here, with you and for so long. - breathing hard and shivering.
- I think Anton, that we should be here and now not for anyone, but for ourselves. Perhaps we did not do something important that still holds us here and for some reason together. - smiled girl.
- Yes, I agree, but I know one, we will die like everyone else. When they forget about us, Marie. When my crypt bends, my name will not be visible. When the oak grows on your grave. We do not go to eternity, eternity comes after us.