I blow out a deted breath. We haven’t spoken since our heated exchange in the restaurant the other


    night. It reads:


    Hi Em.


    Are you okay?


    I feel bad for our fight.


    I can’t stand the thought of you being angry with me.


    I stare at my phone for a moment before I reply.


    I could never be angry with you.


    I am disappointed.


    I wait for a moment and a text bounces back.


    Where are you?


    Tears fill my eyes and I text back.


    I am alone in my room at Ashford Castle preparing for my wedding tomorrow.


    I wait for a reply but it doesn’te. I pace back and forth for a moment and then text back.


    I understand that this sounds crazy.


    And I understand the you don’t know or support star.


    But I needed you here to support me.


    I’m hurt that you won’t be by my side at my wedding.


    I love you.


    xxx


    I click out of my messages and turn my phone off. I am not getting into a fight with her tonight while


    she tries to talk me out of it. My wedding tomorrow is the only thing I am sure of in this whole messed up


    situation.  I  sit  on  the  bed  and  my  eyes  turn  to  the  letter  I  found  today.  It’s  like  my  very  own  private


    wedding present from my star. I slowly turn it over and slide my finger under the heavy deep red wax


    seal.  I  take  out  the  heavy  paper  and  I  smile  as  I  see  the  handwriting.  It’s  the  same  as  Alchron’s  and


    star’s. It is from him. My love has written this letter for me


    My darling Emmaline.


    My apologies that it has taken me so long to write you. I haven’t had the strength up until now.


    It has been three months since I held you in my arms, three months since I felt the warmth of your


    love.


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    I have done this before. I know how hard this grief is, and yet every life it feels that bit harder and


    my loss with your death, so much greater. I am a shell without you.


    It is unbearable, my love, to lose you again and again.


    I have made a decision and I hope and prey that it breaks the curse and lets you live a full life.


    I need to exin to you why I have decided on the decision I have, and it has note to me easily


    and will pain me greatly to execute. I couldn’t exin this to you when were living as I would never


    want you to live as I do.


    Petrified that every day may be yourst.


    As fate would have it, my love, we have been gifted the ability to remember each other in our lives,


    throughout  all  of  our  lives.  Our  ring  somehow  controls  my  ability  to  find  you,  but  unfortunately  it


    doesn’t  have  any  power  to  save  you.  For  some  ungodly  reason,  once  we  find  each  other,  your  days


    be numbered.


    I am sick with worry throughout my life knowing that I will eventually bear your loss. There are


    twenty-three  lives  that  we  have  lived  together,  yet  I  only  remember  fifteen.  I  do  not  know  what


    happened  in  those  missing  eight  lives,  but  I  do  know  I  will  trace  them  and  recover  any  remaining


    memories of our time together, and hopefully recover some kind of clue as how to fix this curse.


    The two lives that you do remember, The Princess with Alchron and Henry with Elizabeth, are the


    only two lives that I didn’t know about the curse of losing you before at the time of living them. These


    were the only two lives where I passed first.


    I need to break this curse for you.