The sun is shinning!
The birds are chirping!
My mom waking me up by her screaming.
I am Diana Hearts and this is my boring life. I work as a manwa artist, I have zero friends and I spent most of my days locked up in my room doing my panels for my new manwa. Why is my mom waking me up you say? Well, since I don’t keep track of time and I can be carefree. She decided to move her stuff to my house. I tried convincing my mom I am doing fine without her help but nope.
I got up and went out on a morning run. While running I began scrolling down on my phone on a music I wanted to play but when I was gonna tap the song, I felt like I crashed onto someone. “Ugh. Oh I am so sorry! I didn’t saw you there. Are you alright?” I look down to see a handsome man. He had caramel skin, amber eyes and black hair down to his shoulder. “It’s quite alright. I wasn’t paying attention either .” He said while helping me up. He then fixed himself and once we locked eyes it felt like a life time has passed.
He nervously laughed ” I am Ashton Hearts. What is your name?” “I’m Diana Hearts. It’s funny we have the same last names.” He looked like he thought of something that was really important to say but refused to.
He asked me if I wanted to go with him to have some breakfast together at a cafe since he felt bad. I smiled sheepishly but accepted. Inside, he order his food and my favorite dish in which was chocolate chip waffles and moose shake chocolate without asking me.
“Why didn’t you let me order?” I asked him confused. He looked outside the window and smiled while replying. “Because it’s your favorite.” Wait. You know me? Have we met before?” His smile faded into a sad one and looked down, then at me. “So, you don’t remember me?”
He said faintly u able for me to hear. “What did you said?” He looked hesitant but took out a small red book and the tittle it said in Spanish “Una historia de amor más triste” “the saddest love story”
In a gold cursive. “Tell me Diana. Do you believe in reincarnation?” “No. Why would I?”
He sighed and caressed the book, he looked sad while looking at that book of his. ‘Am I dreaming? Or did I bumped myself to one of does crazy people?’ “I bet you think I am crazy now.” He said while chuckling. I stayed silent. “Change of topic. What’s your job?”
His sudden change of character made ms surprised but pushed it aside and answered his question. “I work as a manwa artist. You?” He takes a sip of his coffee and replied with his husky voice “I worked as a US soldier and now I am a You Tuber making my own 3D animation series.” The waitress came to our table and placed down our food in front of us.
“I never met a soldier before.” He laughed and started eating, as did I. We talked for what seemed for a few minutes when in reality was for four hours we said our goodbye and head on our separate way. Of course we exchanged our phone number.
Getting out of the shower I decided to continue doing my panels, sitting on the floor I saw a book that looked familiar. Taking it I knew what it was.
“This is Ashton book. What’s it doing here?” I said confused. Looking around me to see if I’m alone I began reading the book. And it all seemed familiar to me. I felt like I was involved on the story. When I looked at the illustrations, I felt like I needed air.
In the illustration it was a woman with dark brown hair that went down her waist, crystal blue eyes and fare skin. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress with silver armor. She was hugging a man with white long hair down to his waste, amber eyes and cream skin.
The man had a knights armor, was holding her waist with his right hand while the left grasping the hair of the lady. The lady’s hands were touching his his abs. “Why does this two characters look so familiar?!” I tossed the book across my room out of frustration. Only to show a drawing of a meadow with beautiful flowers, staring at a pond and a letter from the book. I picked it up and read what was in front in golden cursive. “To my beloved Dajana Hopes.” Curious, I opened the letter and it read the following.
“Dear Dajana, I am sorry I am not there to see our first born child. My heart hurts when I’m away from both of you, but you know what I must do for our happiness. Please understand. I made this drawing for you. Hope it’s of your liking.
It’s the place where we first met. Remember? I am happy we crossed paths. If we wouldn’t crossed path I think I would still be alongside the king and still be blinded by the wonders of the world. I just want you to know one thing….
Dajana, I love you.”
My head began to hurt and I decided to take some pills and finish my work for today.
Whatever I do, the headache only increases, and everything went black.
I open my eyes and when I look around everything was so familiar. I was in the meadow from the drawing wearing the same dress armor and my short dark brown hair grew longer like the girl. I turned around to see the man from the illustration looking at me with his amber eyes. He walked towards me and showed me a bottle with pinkish glowing substance. “Please drink it.” Confused I took the bottle and hesitantly drank it.
Flash Back 700 years ago
It was night time, laying in the bed cuddling with my husband Anton as he was caressing my swollen stomach.“Our baby will be born pretty soon.” “I wish the baby to be a little princess.” I was really happy until the curse crossed my mine. Anton noticed about this for I sighed deeply with a sad face.
He held my chin facing him and he took a moment to think. “I know why your like this, but I promise you I will find a way to brake the spell.” “I do not understand why the witch curse our child. As far as I remember we didn’t do anything to her.” Anton sighed and just placed my head on his shoulder as I drift off to sleep.
Three Weeks Later
My child just came to this world and it turned out to be a baby girl I decided to name our child the name we had chosen for her, Nana. I was happy yet sad for I do not know the where about of Anton.
A week before that
I was in my bedroom rocking a sleepy Nana, I asked for the maids and the guards if they have seen Anton in which they said no. My worry grew more and at night time I fell asleep with Nana next to me, I woke up as I heard Nana screaming. I look up to see the witch taking her away. As I was about grabbed my sword and chase her, she took a blue bottle and tossed it towards me making me collapse and pass out.
He pulled out a glowing red bottle and opened it and looked at me with sad eyes. “I am sorry, but we have to preserve our souls for when we meet again in another life.” “What-” but before I could finish he poured half of the liquid on me and on himself along with the girl. A burning sensation came to the three of us and cried out in pain and everything went black.
I woke up in my room, looking outside I noticed it was dark outside. Tears were coming down on my cheeks I got up and when to my balcony and sang a song which also was a special summoning only one’s kindred souls can hear. I sang the song and I felt strong pare of arms around my waste a smile spreaded across my face. “I remember everything now… Anton.” Sounds of tears of joy was heard from Ashton and his hug tightens.
“Wanna see Nana, Dajana? We have missed you dearly.” “She is with you?” He nods and showed me a picture of a beautiful 7 years old girl. “she remembered her last parents which was us and she is happy and eager to meet her mother.” I turn around and lock my hands behind his neck and place my chin on his shoulder while tears coming out. “I finally remember, you came back to me. I missed you.” “I missed you too. My fare maiden.” I smile by my nickname and we passionately kissed. That night was a emotionally happy for me.
Written by: _JaneWolf_