“And that’s all I need you to know,” he whispers as he kisses me tenderly.


    I look around at the photos and jewelry. There is even a stand with morous ball gowns on it. “You


    collected all of this stuff alone?”


    He shakes his head. “No, Thomas has helped me.”


    My eyes widen. “Thomas knows?”


    He nods with a smirk. “Aye, he and my mother.”


    “Your… your mother?” I stammer through shock. “Are they like you?”


    He nods. “Yes, they are with me in every life. But they don’t remember their loves like I do. For some


    reason they only remember each other and me.” My eyes widen as I try toprehend the information


    overload.


    “Are we the only ones who go through time together?”


    “As far as I know. Yes.”


    I plop back onto my make shift seat in disbelief. “This doesn’t seem real, star.”


    “I know, my love, and that is why I couldn’t tell you. It would be so frightening to hear this from a


    stranger. You had to work this out for yourself. I told you in one life and you were so terrified that you left


    me and never came back”


    I frown in horror.


    He stands, picks up my hand, and kisses the back of it as his sexy eyes hold mine. “Now, if you are


    done with the questions, I would like to take my love to bed.”


    I smile, ovee with emotion, and he leads me to our room.


    I wake  in  the  darkened  room  alone  and  sit  up  suddenly.  star  is  not  in  bed  with  me  and  I  feel  my


    anxiety rise to an ufortable level.


    “star?” I call out.


    Silence.


    The light shining through the crack in the drapes tells me that it’s morning. I lie back down and hear


    banging in the kitchen downstairs. My eyes close in relief. Thank God. He’s here. I try to calm myself.Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    He’s here, it’s okay, he’s here.


    What a night.


    I scrub my hand over my face. I still can’t get my head around what has happened, and to be truthful, I


    don’t think I ever will. The anxious, sick feeling in my stomach suddenly rises and I run to the bathroom to


    throw up. I’m hot, mmy, and God, I feel like hell. I lean on the cab and stare at my reflection in the


    mirror. My hair is messed up and my face is pale. I look like a shadow of the person I thought I knew.


    Who am I?


    Everything I thought I knew about myself is a lie. I slide down the tiles and squat in a ball on the cold,


    hard  tiles  in  the  muted  light  of  the  bathroom.  I’m  unsure  how  to  feel  about  this.  I  have  no  point  of


    reference or anyone I can talk to. I haven’t even watched a movie on this subject. Is it really true or am I


    losing my mind along with star?


    “Emmaline…” star calls from the bedroom.


    I put my head into my hands in confusion.


    Hees to the bathroom door. “Princess,” he whispers as he drops to the floor next to me. “What is


    wrong, my love?”


    Tears form along with a huge lump in my throat and I shake my head, unable to speak. Through blurry


    eyes, I stare at him.


    “Speak  to  me,  Em.  What  are  you  thinking?”  “I…”  I  hesitate  to  try  and  pull  some  sense  from  my


    mashed thoughts. “I don’t believe in reincarnation, Twinkle.” I’m so confused.


    He smiles sadly and sits next to me against the wall.


    “Me, either,” he replies softly.


    I look at him and frown. “You don’t?”


    He shakes his head. “Nope.”


    I turn away and stare straight ahead at the bath. Fear fills me. “It scares me. This whole story scares


    me,” I murmur.


    “I remember how much it scared the hell out of me when I found out, too.” he replies softly. I continue


    to stare in front of me as a cluster fuck of emotions swirl violently through my head.


    “If you don’t believe in reincarnation, how do you exin this?” I ask. “How do you exin us?”


    He hesitates for a moment. “Love.”


    I frown in question.


    “It is the only answer I can think of.”


    My eyes meet his.


    “Where does the love go when our bodies leave Earth, Em? It can’t just disappear?” he replies softly,


    as if this is something he has thought long and hard about. I stare at him, unblinking.


    “You take the love with you when you leave,” he whispers.


    “I…” I stop myself from speaking.


    “To be honest, I think that everyone goes through many lives with their loved ones, but are unable to


    remember it. Have you ever met someone before and had an unusual easiness and instant connection with


    them, as if you already know them?”


    I frown at him.


    “Em, listen, I don’t know why we have been put in this position, why we have been given this gift or


    curse or whatever you want to call it. It’s frightening and overwhelming.”


    We both sit on the tiles and stare in front of us.


    “But I will take it,” he murmurs.