Chapter 5

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She woke to the smell of coffee and Matthew sitting at the kitchen table. He had papers, old crinkled papers in his hand. And his wallet was opened with a few folded up note sheets folded up inside next to is money. He was reading over one of them when she sat up on the couch and watched him. He didn't notice her awake and all she could do was lightly smile while he looked hard over the piece of paper. His expression was a little sad and on the table sat an envelope addressed to her house but it was for him.

"What are you reading?" She finally spoke and he jumped, quickly closing the papers and shoving them into the envelope.

"Nothing, Just reading some old letters." He smiled tightly.

"You never got letters when we were kids. Not to be a snooping creeper chick but who's been sending you letters?" She looked at him lightly to show she wasn't jealous or angry that he'd kept this a secret.

"You used... umm you used to send me letters." He stuttered over his words and wouldn't look at her.

She looked confusingly at him and stood to go sit across from him at the table. "Can I read one of them?" When he didn't say anything she reached across and took one, opening it slowly.

Matthew,

When will you come home to the tribe? I hope your alright out there so far away. I just hope this isn't about me knowing your my Guardian Angel. The tribe knows and they fully accept this, we may be an old Indian tribe but we aren't against your ways of life and I'm especially not. Please return soon because I miss you so much and my father has said that we have permission to be married as long as you are willing to live by our ways. I hope to see you soon.

Love, Isabel

It was in her handwriting but it was like someone else had wrote it. She looked up at him and knew that whatever he said had to be true after the angel thing. She took a deep breath and as calm as she could shee said, "Who wrote this and if it was me then explain how this could be me. In truth I'm pretty much open to any possibility."

"This isn't the first time nor the second or last time we have or will fall in love. You are supposed to die when you turn eighteen. The prophecy says that once you turn eighteen, no matter how hard I try to protect you, you die. Once you die the prophecy says I am supposed to lay beside your grave and sleep until your reawaken in another form of somebody else with the same name and you always look about the same, sometimes shorter or taller. Maybe your eyes are a different color or your hair is different, it's small things, nothing too big. In your past life I was laying half alive at the edge of a river where your Indian tribe fished. They lived in a village in Colorado and you guys found me, you were only twelve and throughout our short few years together without helping it I fell hard for you, and visa versa.

"Then when you turned seventeen its as though the enemy knows you are almost eighteen and starts showing up, meaning David Akai and his crew. I don't know why it's this way but it just is. It's my terrible life. Believe me I l0ve falling in love with you over and over again but after so many damn years it kind of starts to take a toll on me." His voice got heavy as he spoke about her death and sympathy filled her eyes. She would never know his pain. "I just try so hard to keep the inevitable from happening that I always forget about just loving you till the very end and I never know if you die knowing that I truly love you." The whites of his eyes were a little red but he wasn't crying.

She reached across and held his hand. "I'm sorry I do this to you." Her voice was small and he looked surprised up at her.

"That's the calmest you've ever been when I've told you about it all." Of course her heart was racing like crazy and she was a little scared for herself mainly but she was slowly accepting her fate of death.

"Well it's inevitable so I guess I don't have a choice but to accept it and make the best of it while I can." She stood from the table to make a cup of coffee for herself.

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