Epilogue
Forgetting my weight and exposure issues, I enjoyed the wind as I stood on the door step in a short brown baggy dress, beige high heels, and a beige belt waiting for Drake to come and take me to school.
To be honest, standing here in utter silence leads me back to doubting reality, after all that has happened to me, I couldn't tell the difference - or it might have even become harder - between reality and dreams.
What has happened to me? Was it really all my reincarnation like I always believed? Was it a dream? Was it just the effect of ice on my brain? Is it the realistic bitterness of reality, of the intersection of our dreams and mind creations? There are so many theories here and there, little proof on each, but nothing major worth wasting what I have now.
But the solution was easy, it was something Drake and I figured out as we sat on my bedroom floor solving some calculus assignment as I told him his hands were of no use holding a pen instead of a sword. I simply don't have to think about it, even if I believe that something isn't real, let me believe it.
What's the harm after all? I've always been a day dreamer. What's the difference between jumping from family, to romance, to royalty, and turning everything about life into fairy tales?
Speaking about fairy tales, the sound of Drake's new car sweeping softly on the cold pavement of the street sent chills of relief through my body as if I was Cinderella rushing out of the ball when the clock struck twelve and finding my pumpkin ride arriving.
Back to the subject.
The day I got up from my coma - I came back from my third reincarnation to my real life - and saw Drake's confusion and Julian's erupting pleasure and care, I allowed myself to let the whole scene sink in without questioning it's reality.
After all, those questions and fears are a waste, they are the only thing that spoil happy moments or prevent them from occurring.
When I came back I got back with me Julian and Drake to life, too - not that they were dead, but their lives were set on idle sitting beside me at the hospital - which is a forever permanent memory of the sweet strawberry cheeks of my little Selena, who even in her death got me back to my senses when I was about to lose grip. After all, it was she who made me even consider going back to, ironically, the life I decided to flee one day.
Drake's here, gotta go.
That's all for today, I guess.
Tracy.
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Reincarnation
Short StoryReincarnation is a religious belief that, after a person dies, their souls are brought back to life. Maybe in another form, a different time, or a newly constructed life. Tracy Drake McColt always denied the realism of reality, she counted it as mer...
