I drove home like a giddy schoolboy, not able to wipe the smile off my face. A simple thought put an end to that, "It's been 2 centuries...What makes me think that she'll remember this time?"
It was evening by the time I got back to my apartment, I practically ran inside, jiggling the key in the hole. I went inside and shut the door behind me, sliding down against the door until I was slumping down. I began to laugh skittishly, running a hand through my hair till it was pressing against my forehead. A nervous laughter filled the silence, it didn't feel like mine, I felt as if I was outside of my body. "Rosemary," I bit my lip and pushed myself off the floor, cursing myself under my breath, "How am I going to get close to her? She only just met me." My heart sank and I hobbled over to my bed, shrugging off my coat and buttoning down my shirt. I flopped onto my bed, face first, burying my face in the pillows. "I hate my life" I mumbled incoherently.
I rolled over onto my back and stared at the ceiling blankly, "What if she doesn't like me," I said aloud, feeling my eyes well up. I sat up, shaking my head, "No, I've gotta stop thinking like that, now I just need a plan to get to her."
I stayed up late that night, making plans, hiding under the covers like a little kid.
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Memories Within Centuries
Teen FictionAn immortal boy, trapped this way for centuries keeps finding reincarnations of his lover throughout the years. His goal? Trying to get her to remember her first life, when they first met.
