The Day I Live

Chapter XV- Aura

A/n: I'll be uploading more than one chapter in one day because there's a possibility that I'll be losing internet soon and I won't be able to upload/work.

I fluttered my eyes open and scanned the room. The first thing my eyes caught onto was Adonis sitting on my window seat reading a book. I stared at him in silence. I still had a small headache and my body felt heavy, but other than that I mostly felt better.

Quietly, I slid out of bed, my nightgown delicately fell down my legs, uncurling any wrinkles in it. I stepped over to the window seat and sat across from the raven haired male, pulling my knees up to my chest. I kept my eyes on him and he quickly looked at me.

He didn't even mark his place before closing the book and putting it aside. "How are you feeling?" He asked, a small smile adorning his features. I remained silent for a while.

Then I sighed and glanced out the window. "Aura, is she... me?" I questioned hesitantly. I couldn't make eye contact with him. I played with the hem of my dress, rubbing it in between my fingers.

I saw Adonis nod out of the corner of my eye. "Yes. You remember everything?" He responded. I could see the slightest bit of excitement in his eyes.

I shook my head and frowned. "No. Not everything. It's all just mushed together at the moment," I answered, leaning my cheek onto my knees. I let out another sigh. "You're Lucifer?" Then I looked into Adonis' eyes. "And you loved them- me?" I inquired curiously, also a little confused.

He smiled and nodded. His gaze then turned towards the forest outside the window. "I am." There was no hesitation in his voice. For some reason, I wasn't fearful either. "Every time. I loved you every time. I knew you would come back as another person when we first tried the ritual. We just didn't have enough time to prepare. It hasn't worked since," He explained, slowly looking defeated.

I hesitated before taking his hand in mine. I still had one more question though. "Where were you in my previous life? Why didn't you come find me that time?" I asked sadly. My past life was so horrible, having been betrothed to an evil man for money. He hated when I disobeyed him. I shivered at the thought.

He held my hand firmly. "Decades ago, after you were murdered right in front of me," he nearly growled at the thought. "The phantoms and I were cursed to stay in that tomb. We had no way to get out. That is, until you found us and set us free." He grinned at me. I blushed a little.

However, I nodded at his words. "I remember," I said. He didn't say anything so I changed the subject a little. "There was Solanine, Livana, Kiara, and Aura, right? Were they the only ones?" I curiously inquired, tilting my head at him.

He shook his head, reminiscing with a grin on his face. He looked so pretty that way. "There were many more, however, you always died so young, like it was a curse." He stated grimly, losing his grin.

I paused at that. "Will I die then?" I questioned, forgetting that I am, in fact, the girls from before. The fear that sunk into me nearly made me feel sick again.

He looked into my eyes, his red irises entrancing me. "We can do the ritual right this time. We have enough time to finish it. No matter how many times we fail, we can try again," he said determinedly.

I gave him a hesitant expression. "Are you sure?" I nervously asked. I looked away when he gave me a questioning face. "It's never worked before, who's to say it'll work this time?" I added.

He rubbed my hand comfortingly. I never realized how soft his hands actually were until now. "We have time. Your parents are out of town, and there's nothing else to stop us. We'll get it right, I promi-" He cut himself off, knowing he couldn't promise something like that again. He looked conflicted.

I smiled a little at him. "Okay," I agreed. His head shot up and his eyes gazed into mine. I didn't look away this(666) time. I was hesitant, but I worked up the courage to slide next to him and lay against him. He didn't seem surprised by my actions. He simply put his arm around me and began playing with my hair. "I trust you," I said quietly.

My own words startled me. I didn't know why I trusted him now. Well, I couldn't exactly say I was entirely wary of him before either. I don't know if I never trusted him to begin with. I never searched for a way to seal him and the phantoms away again like I told myself I would. Maybe that was because of the leftover feelings from my... past lives.

I felt Adonis kiss the crown of my head. It was a gentle touch, like he was afraid he would break me as easily as glass. I didn't mind. It was a nice feeling.

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"Did I go through a sickness when I was remembering things in my past lives, too?" I asked curiously, staring at Adonis. He sat across from me on the cliff.

He smiled, thinking about his answer. "No, not every time. I don't know why it happens, though it might have something to do with how you died in your first life," he explained. He didn't seem so affected by it at the moment.

I blinked, looking out at the horizon. "What kind of sickness did I have?" I inquired. I was nervous about the answer. A sickness that was so bad that it killed he- me.

He frowned, something seemingly unfamiliar to his features. "The bubonic plague." He sighed. My eyes widened at this piece of information. That must've been so horrible for her and Adonis, the phantoms as well.

I grabbed his hand. "I'm so sorry," I said genuinely. I felt him take my hand in return. He gently rubbed his thumb across my knuckles, relaxing me.

He shook his head. "There is no reason for you to be sorry." He looked into my eyes. Making eye contact with him, it was hard not to get lost in the blood red of his irises. "You were the one who went through it. You were the one who suffered," he stated.

It was me who shook my head this time. "That's not true. When... I died, I left you and the phantoms alone. You suffered too," I explained. I scooted closer to him, having been hesitant to do so this entire time.

His eyes continued to stare into mine and I couldn't force myself to look away. I felt his hand glide into my hair and he pulled some loose strands behind my ear. "What about my family? What happened to them?" I said, tearing my eyes away and shattering the moment.

Adonis chuckled. "We were the only family you had. You were an orphan from the church." He laughed at the irony. I let out a giggle and watched him calm himself. "From the moment I first saw you, I knew you had to be mine," he explained, facing me once again.

My eyes widened and I blushed. However, he continued. "I know that one day soon, you'll remember the things we felt for each other." He grinned.