Reincarnation

(CH.7) Perfect Valentine.

Chapter 7

The perfect Valentine

Drake's POV

I should have told her the whole story, I knew I should have. But I wanted to keep the least bit of dignity I had, I wanted her to see me like she used to before... It happened.

What am I thinking anyway? It's not like she means what she's saying. I mean, she is not a liar. But coming back to life after dying, that simple?

It was hard trying not to let guilt overwhelm me. After all, if I was guilty, I wouldn't have mention Taylor in the first place.

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Taylor's POV.

My phone vibrated under my pillow and I woke up cursing as I noticed how late it was.

"Hello?" I answered the phone with a sleepy tone

"Hey, Taylor. It's me," said Drake through the phone

"Hey, you"

"Something weird happened to Tracy"

"Can it wait till morning?"

"Taylor, this is urgent"

"Fine, speak up"

"She can't remember anything at all; she claims that she comes from another life-"

"Let her sleep this non sense off, Drake. Bye," I hung up the phone and went back to sleep.

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Tracy's POV

I lived in a small apartment alone. It was modestly decorated, black wooden tiles with all the furniture a light shade of purple. The style was too American to fit any of my fairy tales, and that would be the only drawback.

But I made up to myself.

I tied my golden hair in a way that perfectly copied Jasmine's hair in Aladin.

Unfortunately, her clothes -again- where too exposed for me to feel comfortable in. So instead, I put on a black dress, as short as the one Cinderella used to clean up in, with a red belt around my waist.

I was going to the cinema with Drake. If one thing hasn't changed about him, it would be ceasing the opportunity to pick a not-a-fairy tale movie. 

I didn't exactly forget about Taylor - I mean forget what Drake said about him. However much I feared the fact that I don't know the guy I love, I was thrilled by that that I am in love. Tracy Drake McColt finally in love

If only Selena was here for me to tell her...

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My high heels were clicking on the ceramic floor of the cinema. It seemed to attract everyone's attention, including Drake.

Drake was wearing his usual smile that reminded you that there was still something good about life. He was dressed in olive shorts and a full sleeve black shirt. His long brown hair was as messy as it was last time, but it had this contradiction with his neatly patterned olive-green eyes that made him seem even more handsome. 

"Drake, sorry I am late," I apologized.

"It’s okay. We're early," he said nervously.