Jonah waited beside Eleanor’s bed, the doctors were confused, a woman of thirty with no history of health issues didn’t simply have a seizure and slip into a coma for a month. Jonah didn’t care what the experts said, he would wait for his Eleanor, he had already waited one life time for her and he didn’t mind waiting another.
It came as no surprise to him when she awoke and called out to him.
“I remember,” she said softly. “My darling Francis, I remember.”
“If it hurts you, then don’t.” He had said to her, brushing her dark her away from her forehead, so different from the lighter shade she’d had in her previous life, with the thought came a piercing pain in his head but he fought through it.
“I have to know, I need to. On the train tracks that day, what happened?” She asked her voice urgent, as though she knew her mind wouldn’t last long in this fluid state.
“We were supposed to meet one last time, but the train it hit you,” Jonah said carefully, “I died a few years later, working on the railway, I couldn’t be away from trains from you.”
Eleanor smiled sadly.
“How can it be that we have loved each other for two lifetimes, but never really get to be together?”
Jonah hugged her tightly as his mind started to rebel.
“I don’t know Miss Marie-Ann, I don’t know.”