Charles Blake stopped aging when he was thirty-one.... in 1915. Now, having survived two world wars, he's ready to give up. Then he met Everest, the beautiful librarian working just down the street. Her kind-hearted nature, thirst for adventure, and playful smile drew him in (almost) instantly, so he decided to give her what he had left: his stories. But how could he ever tell her that he had actually lived through them? -- This is just a short story. Probably won't be expanded