Liana noticed both Sanella and Ezra locked in an intense conversation and she walked in.
Ezra looked a little stricken and Sanella looked smug, which was strange because ever since he had gotten her pregnant Ezra had stuttered around like a peacock whereas Liana had become a recluse, embarrassed at having fallen pregnant because of a one night stand; she very rarely left her office.
Liana walked in, and they both jumped.
“You want to publish it?” Ezra asked, recovering some of his composure.
Liana met Sanella’s distressed gaze.
“Why do you hesitate?” Ezra asked,
“Morally, I’m not sure if it is the right thing to do.”
Ezra looked confused for a moment before nodding.
“Both Jonah and Eleanor are patients at the institute, and you blame yourself for making them recount their lives.”
He phrased it like a statement but Liana nodded.
“The more they remembered of their past lives the –”
“The crazier –”
“We don’t say the word crazy!” Sanella reprimanded.
“Fine, the more they remembered of their past lives the more mentally unstable they became, and from the looks of all the other people you interviewed it appears that this is a trend.” Ezra said nodding, as he began to pace.
“So now your fear is; that people will think that there is no such thing as mental health issues, just people who have remembered something they shouldn’t.”
“We are not supposed to remember our past lives.” Sanella said softly.
They were all quite for a long time.
“Do you ever wonder how many things have been discovered and kept a secret because we are just not ready to face some truths?” Ezra mused.
“It is for the greater good,” Liana said, “tragedy has plagued Jonah and Eleanor for decades, because their love was too strong, it overrode any commands of the brain to not remember. Maybe if they are lucky; in their next life they can forget enough to enjoy a love they have waited two life-times for.”
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.”
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.
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.
Sanella looked up as Ezra stormed into the office.
He looked down at her, his anger a palpable thing in the air.
“How may I help you?” She said pleasantly.
“A letter? You think a letter was enough to convince someone – regardless of the amount of coincidences she shared with Marie-Ann,” he interjected when she opened her mouth to argue, “was enough, you’ve taken out something, tell me now!” He demanded, his eyes too bright.
“A little obsessed?” She said with a smile.
He gave her a strange look, “Of course,” he said so earnestly that Sanella actually believed him.
“Marie-Ann was given an engagement ring when she made the deal with the Mayor’s son. Expensive and oddly unique, the ring has been lost for decades.” Sanella said and reached into her desk and pulled out the ring.
“Eleanor knew exactly where it was,”
Ezra gazed at it, he looked almost fearful.
Sanella smiled and said softly, “It is one thing to believe, quite another to be proven right.”
Ezra met her gaze. He opened his mouth to say something and closed it again.
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.
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.