I try to forget

Chapter 1

It was the Princess of Destiny herself, well close enough. It was Isabell, she smiled then walked towards me. “You have got to be following me, aren’t you?” “Nope, wrong again, I live over there.” She pointed to the house to the right of mine. “We’re neighbours.” I laughed. In front of her house was a moving truck. “You just moved?” “Yeah, looks like we’re going to be super close!” “Why did you come to school on the last day?” “I don’t know exactly, it was like destiny told me, strange yeah?” “No not really, pretty common to me” I winked. “What were you doing when I bumped into you?” “It happened so fast, you caught my eye, it’s like I had to meet you, and it felt like-““Felt like destiny intervened and a voice in the back of your head was calling out?” I interrupted. “Exactly, how did you know?” “I’m a mind reader.” I smiled.

I had heard the exact same sentence so many times, but by now you understand my complicated life. Then it hit me, she was remembering, destiny was on my side this time, Lady Fate had given me a good hand of cards. I was filled with so much hope, so much happiness that I wrapped my arms around Isabell. She wrapped me with hers. “Thank you! So much Isabell!” “You’re welcome.” She laughed. I eventually let her go and she gave me a strange but happy look. “Brad, whether you like it or not, we are going to hang out so much these holidays!!” “Yes, whatever you want!” She winked and put her hand out for a high five, I smiled and high fived her. I looked up at the sky.

“The stars are beautiful aren’t they?” “We both looked up into space, “yeah they are.” I tapped her and started running. “You’re it!” I laughed. She smiled as she chased me across the surface of the moon.

“You seem to be focused on so many things.” “Oh sorry, I’m just having flashbacks lately.” “About what?” “The story I told you.” “Oh I forgot to tell you, that story was beautiful but the ending is sad, but I can’t help to feel that I play a role in that, somehow.” “He’s still trying to save her, so maybe the ending isn’t as sad as you think it is.” “So what competition is this for? You’re obviously an author waiting to be discovered.” “Umm.. Trinity Writers Competition.” I lied because it was too early to tell her, that the girl in the story was her and I was the guy. “Sounds cool, good luck.” “Thank you so much.” I smiled. “Oh, you never told me about your life, when are you going to share.” “Eventually” I winked.

Well she thinks our life is a story for a competition, but it’s a start. I know this time I will actually save her. “I promise.”

“Oh hey, I have to go.” She waved as she ran to her house. “Bye!” I yelled out. I smiled as I walked to mine, I knocked on the door and the door opened instantly. “Gorgeous girl, do you like her?” My mum’s voice, my latest mum’s voice.

 This world is a paradox, created by what is happening, we do no damage but we still interfere with the world in small ways. I’ve lived hundreds of thousands of lives, each one with the same fate her dying. I don’t remember anything about my old life, the only thing I can remember is our love and even that doesn’t come freely. It comes in painful flashbacks triggered by the smallest things, sometimes dreams. The weird thing is, I have the memories of my present self co existing with the memories of my original self. The only thought that reminds me that this is real, is the fact that I always meet her. She’s the only one that reminds me that I’m not dreaming and that I’m not insane.

“Shhh… I don’t like her mum.” She let me inside, “if you say so.” I walked to my room and closed the door. I smiled as I looked up at the painting of her. I have painted this painting many times, surprisingly every time I completed the painting; it had the same detail as the original. The door opened, “I see your inspiration now. You know I wouldn’t mind if you had feelings for her, who would I be to control your life? Would you like something to eat?” “No thank you mum.” She left the room and closed the door. I looked up at the painting once more and smiled. I then walked to my guitar, picked it up and sat at my bed and I continued writing my song.