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"Who are you?" she asked me exasperated. Her breath uneven, features frustrated.
You know me I want to say, I don't reply. I watch her.
"Where the hell did you come from?" she staggers in her steps. Tilting sideways, going off balance. I catch her in my arms. Breaking her fall, steadying her.
A faraway land of another time, I want to say.
Her frustration builds up and my silence only fuels it. With angry tears in her heavenly eyes, she grasps on my shirt.
"You haunt me.
I close my eyes, I see you. You are always there, but never quite in reach.
I can't stop thinking about you.
Look at what have you done to me?
You made me insane"
"Laura" is all I say and she collapses.
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Never in all these years, she thought she would see her again.
But the beautiful thing about history is, it repeats. And when it does, it is so hauntingly perfect. Then it plays the cards.
Same people, Same setting
A tale long lost, repeating