Snapshots through time: Eleanor remembers the past

Embrace me Jonah

Embrace me Jonah

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.”

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Snapshots through time: Francis sees Marie-Anne

The Kiss

The Kiss

Francis tried not to stare as Miss Marie-Ann walked past him, she looked good but then she always did.

Usually accompanied by her sister or brother she was alone today, and she came closer.

“Good Morning,”

Francis checked the time and grinned, “More like afternoon today but –” The words died on his lips as he locked eyes with her for the first time. She gasped and he felt a strange sensation pass through him and he was suddenly filled with the conviction that he would love her forever. The thought both startled and scared him. He looked around quickly before ducking his head and getting back to fixing the fence.

Miss Marie-Ann waited; he could feel her watching him for a long time before she walked away, when he looked up again it was to find her still watching him, the sensation and feeling of breathlessness shocked his system again.

It was not the last time he would see her, she kept passing by, every day, stopping to talk, at first he tried to keep the conversation to a minimum, but it was almost impossible to resist her, she was like the sun, her appeal magnetic.

They fell hard and fast, times were changing but not fast enough for their love to survive such a volatile climate. Staying together was causing their relatively peaceful town to choose and violence kept erupting between the two races.

She struck a deal that broke his heart, even more so when he found a letter she had left for him at the fence.

Throwing all caution to the wind, he refused to let their love die and consign her to a life of misery.

She agreed to meet one last time near the tracks.

Snapshots through time: Eleanor remembers

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Eleanor had first met Jonah when she was twenty eight, coming back from a party; she had bumped into him at a train station. Their eyes had locked and something inside her, that she hadn’t realised was tense, had relaxed. Her heart rate had sky rocketed and she had looked away unable to withstand the intensity of the moment any more.

She looked up again and he was still staring, a look of deep concentration on his face. Did he recognise her? Something about him seemed familiar and yet she knew she would have remembered such a handsome face.

“Hello,”

Eleanor started as she looked up into deep brown eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” Jonah said still looking confused, “it seems like I have met you before,” he’d laughed then and Eleanor had never heard something so beautiful, “that sounds like a line but –”

“No,” she interrupted finally finding her voice, “I know exactly what you mean.”

So began a love affair that just like their previous life would end only in tragedy, because the more Eleanor and Jonah got to know each other the more the feeling of déjà vu plagued them. He knew things about her that she hadn’t told him yet and vice versa. At first they had found it funny even helpful that they seemed so in-sync but as time wore on, remembered snapshots of their past lives would encroach on their present life.

 

Snapshots through time: Jonah’s story

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Liana paused outside Ezra’s office, she could see him reading her research, her heart began to race as she saw him pick up the letter that had started her on this path. She could still remember the look on Jonah’s face when he had presented her with the letter.

She had been working at the Havers mental institute for four months wondering if she would ever match the success of her first thesis when Jonah stopped her for a chat. Usually out of his mind on multiple medication, he seemed lucid as he gestured her over.

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” Jonah had said.

Liana had sighed and shaken her head.

“I can prove it to you.”

Liana still didn’t know what had made her stay, maybe it was the small smile on his face, but she had listened to him, and what he had said on that day and the months that followed proved to her something she would months ago had insisted was impossible.

Jonah had always wanted to prove the existence of reincarnation, but it seemed like whenever he had gotten his story straight his mind would rebel against him, as if he wasn’t supposed to remember. As if his mind was self-sabotaging to stop him from remembering to prevent him from telling his story.

But it seemed like providence when a world-renowned psychiatrist had started working at the institute, it had taken his months to get his meds reduced to he could be gather his thoughts. Despite this he hadn’t expected her to believe him, but she had. It had taken her months to get the full story out of him, relapses dogged his footsteps, the more he remembered the more his mind rebelled. But the letter and the story surrounding it, that he would never forget.