Fated Love- A Collection of Short Stories

The Novel Reveals the Truth

'Déjà vu; a french term meaning to have already seen. But to already have seen ... what?
Certain phenomenons can never be explained no matter how much you try, becoming a mystery throughout your life. But after it occurs, it simply turns into a memory.
Fact can become fiction and sometimes you find yourself wondering if your memory and senses have deceived you.'

Closing the book, you put it back onto the shelf. You came here looking for a story but then somehow, the first thing you read in an intriguing-looking novel is a freaking English lesson.
Annoyed, you began walking around the store, gazing at the shelves with books upon books when you suddenly spot a pretty looking book.
Approaching it, you picked up the book and gazed at the vintage teal cover. The rough texture felt dry under your skin but strangely, the book seemed warm in your grasp. "To my dearest darling"; a romance set around the late 1930s. 'It seems interesting' you thought, holding the book firmly in your hand. The warmth seemed to penetrate the pages and seemed to not fade away. Thinking it might have been because of the lighting in the room, you cracked open the slightly old cover and began reading the first line on the vanilla toned page.

'It was a rainy day in the dusty old library on the corner of my street.'
Immediately a scene flashed before your eyes as you saw a old looking building in the pouring rain. The bricks were soaked with the rainwater. The stormy and violent skies where a dark navy. The colour itself had a slight blue tone but it also seemed like it was pitch black, light you were staring into a deep sea. There was no moon in the sky, no light anywhere aside from the lamp by the entrance of the old library.

Stumbling back you dropped the book.
It was such a vivid scene.
You were now wary of the book, but you couldn't resist the pull it had. You felt like it was something you needed to read, needed to know. Somehow, you felt like it was connected to you.
Thinking that you should just not read the actual book itself, you grasped the dry cover and turned it around to try and find the summary.

'A true recount about the life of Marthe Adams, a beautiful young maiden who defines the definition of love. Fatefully, her blissful moments only last for a while because war is coming. Though she makes a historical impact in warfare development and has lived peacefully afterwards, her heart still remains at war.'

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Exiting the bookstore you find yourself staring at whatever scenes you see whenever you read the book. You sit by the water fountain, immersed in reading.
You tried to stop but you couldn't bear to pull yourself away from the book.
Marthe was a talented young girl just like you. She never had a passion for warfare, but she still found herself consumed by thought about it. That was, all because she met James Harleton

'a strong young man who was passionate about the country and was willing to do anything to defend it. I still remember when we met for the first time and how he had sparkling blue eyes that captivated me whenever he talked about something he was interested in. At first it was political issues, then it was... me'

Suddenly, a man with ocean blue eyes and chocolate brown hair flashed before your eyes. He looked at you with a refreshing smile that lit up the atmosphere. His loose shirt fluttered a bit in the wind as he stood by the lake staring at you and gently holding your hand. You felt the warm grasp. It was cold by the lake, but his hand felt so warm and comforting. Then, there was a bright flash and the scene was now the same, but this time he was in a military uniform, and his smile had a hint of sadness and regret.
And then you saw his back as he was farther away in the distance. Leaving... and never returning home.

You felt the tear on your cheek as you closed the cover of your newly bought book. Marthe was still young when she found out that he had died, but she waited for him and promised that she will still wait even after she herself had died. You wondered, would you have done the same thing?
"Miss, are you okay?"
You jolted in surprise a bit. Then you looked up to see ocean blue eyes. He appeared, similar yet different from the vision that you just saw. Smiling, you shook your head.
"Ah, I'm fine. The book was just a bit too emotional."
That fateful encounter by the water fountain that day led you to realize the answer. Yes, you would have done the same thing. Thinking about it, the ending to the novel actually wasn't at all that sad.
In the end, the lovers did get together...
Marthe did end up waiting for James and he did eventually find her...
Eventually.