𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 | adrien agreste.

chapter 18

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chapter eighteen : who am i?
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(not proof read!)

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"ma belle, evageline. who could ever be as beautiful as she?"
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suddenly, everything went white.

"ah!" you screamed, shooting up from your bed, gasping for air. almost like your body had a mind of its own, your hand subconsciously stretched out. however this time, you weren't looking at a dark sky, you were looking at your ceiling. you stared at your fingers, moving it around slowly.

suddenly, your head began to hurt. almost as if a knife had slit through it, your head ached violently. "what just happened?" you asked yourself, looking at your surroundings. the last thing you remembered was crying at the eiffel tower, and ultimately fainting. you don't remember walking yourself back to your home, nor tucking yourself into bed.

silence engulfed you as you tried to process the events from last night.

suddenly it all clicked.

a wave of nausea washed over you, as you slightly hurled in your mouth. running to the washroom to relieve your sickness, your head began to hurt the more you recalled what happened.

"are you sure you wish to uncover the past? dont be regretful."

"evangeline!"

"chat noir!"

you began to gnaw at your chest, gripping tightly onto your clothes from last night, your hand where your heart laid. your heart hurt. so badly. you kept gnawing, scratching, pulling, your chest with so much force, almost so that your chest began to glow bright red. it ached horribly, so horrid that you wanted to anything you could to rip it out of your body.

you laid there legs pressed together, hunched over in fetal position, both hands clutching your chest. you felt so... weird. there wasn't an exact word to describe how you felt mentally and physically, but one thing was certain, you weren't okay.

images of your past life replayed through your head. you'd never thought that reincarnation was possible, but if it was, you assumed it would be a lovely feeling, especially so since you've reconnected with your past self's life and relationships, but you felt nothing bliss about it. it actually felt awful, sickening, even nightmare-like. so much emotions arose, and you couldn't control it.

you began to silently sob into your hands, the embrace of the cold bathroom tiles being your only comfort. you felt so sick, a feeling in your gut that didn't sit right. how was it possible that all along all those memories you were having, were all related to your past life?

what was more important to you, was why the universe brought you back to the same place and people that killed you. how horrible of a person were you in the past that you had to face everything all over again? all this time, all those flashbacks were about you. every time you had passed by the eiffel tower or took a slight glimpse of it, the fear that came with it wasn't because you were afraid of heights, but because you died there. you remembered the day you first came to paris. when you had met everyone again, a sense of nostalgia and anxiousness dawned you.

the only thing you could do, was sit there, and cry. your body wasn't allowing you to do anything but cry. reliving the scene of your death, and the memories that lead up to it, rekindled the old  emotions you had felt from before, as evangeline.

you didn't know what to feel. how to feel. no matter how many times you replayed all the moments that had lead up to now, it still didn't make sense to you.