in which an immortal boy confesses his love for a mortal girl, many times over
NOTE: this story is currently being rewritten to be indie published
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My apologies for pausing our bittersweet narrative, my love.
About a month and a half ago, I began having very strange dreams. They lasted two weeks and I believe they will shed some light on our situation.
When I first woke from these dreams, I couldn't really remember much about them. Every time I tried, it was like being shrouded in the darkness of the afterlife, chasing after a light at the end of the tunnel that remained three steps ahead of me at all times. But I have had nothing better to do than meditate on them and I have been able to piece together much of my life before the curse.
I finally remember a life before Corinth.
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The first night I dreamt of a little boy in a tight-knit family. It took me a while to realize the little boy was me. Rather than be a part of the dream, I was an outsider watching the events take place.
It began with me as a toddler. I started cooing as a woman of about twenty five walked by. She had long dark hair and kind brown eyes. Though I could tell she was kind, there was a sadness in the way that she walked, in the way that she looked around the house. When her hand flitted to her belly, she smiled a small smile, but there was never true joy in her expression. She was short, but refused to let that stop her from her motherly duties, walking around the house reaching for things far above her head.
