These words will never reach you…
As I laid bare on your chest, listening to your breathing… I cry a sorrowful song while imaging the music of your soul in my mind. As you hold my hand tightly in your grasp, I feel that we are linked in lifetimes before. That we are threading this earth, over and over again, going through so much pain and suffering, the down trodden war scars from your previous life… I can feel the old scars on your chest. As I hear your heartbeat weakening, I could only cry to sleep, hoping… you will still be alive tomorrow.
Back in the days of the French Revolution, you were Redmayne and I was Eponine. You promised… you would marry me, but you met someone else more worthy of your affections. More worthy than the destitute that I am. To please your family, you decided.. to marry for convenience. You said that you loved me with your eyes as you put that ring on her finger on your wedding day. I took that bullet shot for you, when someone tried to assassinate you as a revolutionary during the French Revolution. As I died peacefully looking at you… feeling you beside me… that is all it mattered… my love for you… now eternal.
Back in the days of the Tang Dynasty… you were a scholar and I was a dancer in court. You wanted my affections, but we could not be together because you had a wife. You took me in as your mistress. You never loved your wife you said, you only loved me… the dancer that I am. As I poisoned your tea in jealousy, after watching you kiss another dancer; for not having you fully committed to me… as I am to you… I cried the same tears lifetimes after.
Back in the days of the Roman times, you were a general and brilliant strategist. You won many wars by devising plans and expanded the empire with your intelligence. You saw a glimpse of me in my home, with my gold long hair and airy white robes… I was your brother’s wife. You wanted to tell me, you loved me. Our communion was not possible… unless your brother was dead. You sent your brother out on a war, that you knew he would never come back from, killing my husband. I never forgave you. I resented you. I swore that you will never have my heart, despite all your pleas for forgiveness and honesty, you never won my heart by being so evil. You swore that in the future lifetimes to come, you will show that your heart is true and pure.
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As we thread on this earth this lifetime again, will you be true as I am to you?
I can no longer tell…
But I choose… to believe… in love.
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AVERRAL writes under pen name Scarlet Risqué. She stars in Scarlet Queen YouTube with over a million views. She holds a degree in business. The RED HOURGLASS is ranked Top 50 Espionage Thriller on Amazon. She is currently writing the sequels to the Hourglass Series. Grab a free copy of her novel now RED HOURGLASS on Amazon |
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