Find Me Alastar

“And that’s all I need you to know,” he whispers as he kisses me tenderly.

I look around at the photos and jewelry. There is even a stand with glamorous ball gowns on it. “You

collected all of this stuff alone?”

He shakes his head. “No, Thomas has helped me.”

My eyes widen. “Thomas knows?”

He nods with a smirk. “Aye, he and my mother.”

“Your… your mother?” I stammer through shock. “Are they like you?”

He nods. “Yes, they are with me in every life. But they don’t remember their loves like I do. For some

reason they only remember each other and me.” My eyes widen as I try to comprehend the information

overload.

“Are we the only ones who go through time together?”

“As far as I know. Yes.”

I plop back onto my make shift seat in disbelief. “This doesn’t seem real, Alastar.”

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stranger. You had to work this out for yourself. I told you in one life and you were so terrified that you left

me and never came back”

I frown in horror.

He stands, picks up my hand, and kisses the back of it as his sexy eyes hold mine. “Now, if you are

done with the questions, I would like to take my love to bed.”

I smile, overcome with emotion, and he leads me to our room.

I wake in the darkened room alone and sit up suddenly. Alastar is not in bed with me and I feel my

anxiety rise to an uncomfortable level.

“Alastar?” I call out.

Silence.

The light shining through the crack in the drapes tells me that it’s morning. I lie back down and hear

banging in the kitchen downstairs. My eyes close in relief. Thank God. He’s here. I try to calm myself.

He’s here, it’s okay, he’s here.

What a night.

I scrub my hand over my face. I still can’t get my head around what has happened, and to be truthful, I

don’t think I ever will. The anxious, sick feeling in my stomach suddenly rises and I run to the bathroom to

throw up. I’m hot, clammy, and God, I feel like hell. I lean on the cabinet and stare at my reflection in the

mirror. My hair is messed up and my face is pale. I look like a shadow of the person I thought I knew.

Who am I?

Everything I thought I knew about myself is a lie. I slide down the tiles and squat in a ball on the cold,

hard tiles in the muted light of the bathroom. I’m unsure how to feel about this. I have no point of

reference or anyone I can talk to. I haven’t even watched a movie on this subject. Is it really true or am I

losing my mind along with Alastar?

“Emmaline…” Alastar calls from the bedroom.

I put my head into my hands in confusion.

He comes to the bathroom door. “Princess,” he whispers as he drops to the floor next to me. “What is

wrong, my love?”

Tears form along with a huge lump in my throat and I shake my head, unable to speak. Through blurry

eyes, I stare at him.

“Speak to me, Em. What are you thinking?” “I…” I hesitate to try and pull some sense from my

mashed thoughts. “I don’t believe in reincarnation, Twinkle.” I’m so confused.

He smiles sadly and sits next to me against the wall.

“Me, either,” he replies softly.

I look at him and frown. “You don’t?”

He shakes his head. “Nope.”

I turn away and stare straight ahead at the bath. Fear fills me. “It scares me. This whole story scares

me,” I murmur.

“I remember how much it scared the hell out of me when I found out, too.” he replies softly. I continue

to stare in front of me as a cluster fuck of emotions swirl violently through my head.

“If you don’t believe in reincarnation, how do you explain this?” I ask. “How do you explain us?”

He hesitates for a moment. “Love.”

I frown in question.

“It is the only answer I can think of.”

My eyes meet his.

“Where does the love go when our bodies leave Earth, Em? It can’t just disappear?” he replies softly,

as if this is something he has thought long and hard about. I stare at him, unblinking.

“You take the love with you when you leave,” he whispers.

“I…” I stop myself from speaking.

“To be honest, I think that everyone goes through many lives with their loved ones, but are unable to

remember it. Have you ever met someone before and had an unusual easiness and instant connection with

them, as if you already know them?”

I frown at him.

“Em, listen, I don’t know why we have been put in this position, why we have been given this gift or

curse or whatever you want to call it. It’s frightening and overwhelming.”

We both sit on the tiles and stare in front of us.

“But I will take it,” he murmurs.