Eugene sat on a bench in a sunny park, watching the vibrant young people bustling around him. They were all office workers who were escaping on their lunch breaks to enjoy the day.
Eugene, having just turned 77 years-old and thus retired a decade ago, missed working and having a purpose. He never married or had kids. His friends passed away.
He didn't have much to do except sit and watch the foolish people who took their youth for granted. All Eugene wanted was to go back and do it all over again.
He had been watching Liam for months now, an attractive 20-something professional who always seemed to be surrounded by friends and lovely women.
Years ago, an entity had granted Eugene one wish of his choosing. He had been holding onto it, scared to wish for the wrong thing. It was finally time to use it.
"I wish to trade places with that fellow over there," Eugene whispered softly. "Let me be young again."
He could hardly wait. No more aching joints. No more envying youth. No more boredom.
The next morning, he awoke feeling euphoric. He was in a trendy apartment with expensive furniture. Smiling photos lined the wall. He found a mirror and stared at his attractive young reflection.
He had gotten his wish. He sobbed wildly with relief.
After a short adjustment period, Eugene decided to visit a doctor for a check-up.
Some unsettling symptoms had started to hit him after the change; his skin looked discolored and his stomach ached constantly.
He found a business card on the refrigerator and decided to start there.
"What can I do for you today, Liam?" the doctor asked as he entered his office.
"I'd like a check-up," Eugene answered.
The doctor had a puzzled look on his face. “But you've just had a check-up. And we've discussed your results in great detail. Did you have more questions about your diagnosis?"
"What diagnosis?" Eugene asked, his heart thumping in his chest.
The doctor nodded sadly. "Every patient deals with a prognosis like yours differently. Some need to hear it a few times to believe it. Liam, I'm referring to your stage three pancreatic cancer."
Eugene's abdomen hurt worse than ever.
Even though several months had passed, Liam was still recovering from the shock of that morning when he awoke to find himself in the body of a 77 year-old man.
However, there was one thing that was helping him to get over it.
He had visited a doctor for a check-up and found that despite the normal effects that come along with aging, he was pretty healthy.
His doctor had said enthusiastically: "Keep it up and you'll have another 20 years ahead of you!"
Twenty years. The last doctor he spoke with had grimly told him he had a 3% chance of seeing his 30th birthday. Liam smiled.
"I'm old as fuck," he said, staring at his wrinkled face in the mirror. "But at least I'm healthy."
Thanks to /u/CreepyPastaJr for [narrating!](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0tO5hNB1ro)