Between Love and Time | Chaelisa

Chapter 47 Silence

Thursday, February 19th, 2020, Washington DC

"When you go back, do you think we will be able to find each other again?" Her voice cracked with a heavy heart. "I don't want you to leave, but I know you'll fade away in my arms." They rested their foreheads against one another. Their voices were mere whispers in the wind on that autumn day. "I want you to be assured that when you return, even if I'm just a powerless maid, I will risk my life for you. I promise you. When you return to the past, know that I will be waiting for you somehow. If I love you so much now, I know it's because I loved you so much in the past as well."

She suddenly opened her eyes. Her heart pulsed violently inside her chest as images of her dream vanished like steam between her fingers. Unlike the vision, the words became cemented in her mind. Were they memories? But who was she talking to? Carefully sitting on the edge of the bed, she brought a hand to her heart. There she felt an aching pain; it wasn't due to the racing heart. There was something massive consuming her, wrecking her. The girl couldn't remember ever being someone with such deep feelings. In fact, she was known to be a womanizer, frequently having multiple lovers, but now things seemed to be changing. What was the reason, or who was the reason? She didn't know.

Slowly she shifted her eyes to the nightstand beside her to look at the time. It was nine in the morning. Lisa wasn't worried about the time. She had been given the day off to relax before taking a flight the next day to New York. She would be attending a premiere event for her own reality TV show that would be broadcasted at ten.

Manoban tightened her lips, swallowing as she felt the lump in her throat swelling. Guilt was tearing her up inside her chest and scaling up her throat. Why did she feel like crying today? This wasn't the first time she had felt this way. Ever since she had arrived in Washington DC, her spirit had oscillated. Women no longer captured her attention, but it wasn't as if she had suddenly decided to be straight at this point in her life. Sex just wasn't satisfying for her anymore. Something inside her was missing.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Lisa grabbed her phone and dialed a number. "Pick up. Please pick up."

"Honey?"

Lisa sadly smiled. Her eyes sparkled but not from joy. "Mom? Hi, I... I called to know how you're doing. How are things going on set?"

"I arrived back in London yesterday." Chitthip remained silent for a few seconds trying to understand the tone behind her beloved daughter's voice. "My love, is something wrong?"

The tears Lisa had desperately tried to hold back began to run from her eyes. "Mom, tomorrow is my show premier. I talked to dad. He's coming to see me. I should be happy. I'm living my dream, but-" she blew her nose, "I feel strange."

"What are you feeling? Should I be with you? I can take the first flight!"

"No, mom, don't worry. It's probably just some preshow jitters. I don't know; I feel that I'm missing something. Why do I feel like I'm drowning?" Lisa wiped the tears from her face and tried to shake those ridiculous thoughts from her head. "Forget what I said; I just wanted to hear your voice."

"She doesn't remember yet; she misses her anyway." Chitthip thought, wanting to cry her heart out. She was searching for a way to help Rosé and her daughter. "My love, everything will go back to normal. I don't know when or how, but all your negative feelings will disappear." She looked up to the sky. "Pray and have faith; everything will be alright."

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August 10th,1710, London, England.

Rosé looked out the window as rays of sunlight made their way through the glass, bathing her skin and basking in the warmth her body was missing. A breath that had escaped her lips fogged up the glass. The truth was, she didn't care one bit. She had the urge to break the windowpane with her bare hands, launching herself out of the opening. Ironically, Rosé was on the third floor of a mansion. It wasn't the Queen's primary residence, but it still belonged to the royal family. It had been set aside to accommodate all the Cavendish who would be attending the wedding. After all, it had seventeen rooms.