There are these times that I'm attracted to museums you know old stuffs and the like. I also took an interest in the paintings from the 17th century Europe. I don't know why but I always felt like I've been there, like a part of me is telling that I should go back there, but how? Those places are either gone or old mostly you won't recognize it today. I know it's weird but I'm not stopping there.
One day they brought in this painting of a Rich French woman from the 17th and boy did I receive the shock of my life. The moment I saw the painting I felt like I knew her but I didn't her painting was recovered from an abandoned attic in an old abandoned castle. This made me feel Ill and I didn't go to the Museum ever since. Why is this happening to me? Why is that when I look at those paintings I remember moments as if a memory comes out of me being with her going to places I see in those paintings... I remember her I danced with her, I dined with her, We spent nights together on the streets of France.
How is this even possible? I am living in 2019, She is 3 centuries away from me. These question would fill my mind but what am I kidding? It's not like I was reincarnated or something or was I? Or did I time travel? I don't know but one thing is for sure. They didn't put out the name of the woman but I know her name. Divina Le' dufont, a noble who was close to the middle and poor classes. I fine lady she was, didn't follow social norms and noble's ideology. She was something ahead of her time. I miss her I know this sounds absurd, the only thing I have as evidence is my heart. I miss her.
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Short Story Series
Short StoryThis is a compilation of short stories that I make in different types of Genres. I will make new short stories per week or depending on the mood I feel.
