Wren
June 1845
---
Today I turn 17 years old. Today I will meet the love of my life. Her name is Harper. I sit awaiting her arrival. I've only heard of her and seen photographs of her. I have no idea what to expect but, my Mother and Father say she is the love of my life.
The time has come and I see a carriage pulling up towards our house. I can see someone moving around in there. The carriage comes to a stop and the door is opened for her. She steps out, and she is effortlessly beautiful. I'm left speechless.
"You must be Wren." She says as she walks closer to me, extending her hand, as she straightens out her skirt. Still at a loss for words I nod my head, and take her hand to leave a kiss.
"I have a feeling you, and I will get along real well..." Harper smirked as she brushed past me. I did too...
---
10 years later
I am still 17 years old, and there's no explanation. Harper grew older and wiser. There was no way to tell why. Harper's looks started to change whilst I stayed the same. So we finally just stopped acknowledging my birthday all together, there was no point.
Harper has grown sick. Very sick, and she has been for a few months now. People are telling us to give up, but I could never give up on Harper. She's the love of my life.
"Harper, my love, it's time for you to get some rest." Looking at her like this made me feel sick. I just want her to get better. She groaned and started to pull the blankets up over her. "I know you feel terrible darling, but sleep will make you feel a little bit better."
"What do you know. After all you're only 17..." She smiled. She could still joke around even during times like these. I kissed her goodnight and went to bed myself.
Dead. She had died in her sleep. The love of my life had died. I didn't know what to feel at this point. I thought I would have a little more time with her, I thought I would be able to tell her how much I loved her. Now I can't because she's dead.
---
1923
You might have guessed it, but I'm still 17 years old, and so is Jade. Jade is a reincarnation of Harper, yes the love of my life Harper. This has been happening every 17 years. The reincarnation of Harper dies as soon as I fall in love with them. They then enter the world as an infant. When they are 17 years old I can sense it. My body just takes me to the girl.
We fall in love. She dies. Reincarnation. The cycle continues. Heartbreak, and immortality. I long for the day when I find the one that doesn't leave me.
1940
1957
1974
1991
2008
2025
The cycle continues.
