Love Will Last

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July 6th, 1845
I stood at the grave of my soulmate. His funeral had been the previous day. I sat down and pressed my back against the cold stone.

"I love you. I'll wait no matter how long it takes."

I'd met him in this form only a week ago, mere seconds, in my eyes. This cycle would only end when we were married, but I'd never found the courage to ask. Every reincarnation of his there was, a thin black ring would burn itself into existence around my left ring finger. One would also appear on him. Like a birth mark.

I just had to wait.

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