"Chrissy? What time is is?", John mumbled as I crawled into bed. I had tried very hard not to wake him up when I got home as it was after six in the alarm would be going off for work in about forty five minutes. I didn't think that I would stay with Bray for so long, but his voice was so hypnotizing. Something was coming over me. I am one of those foolish people that believe in past lives. And I believe that now that I've met Bray, that I've actually met someone from a past life and he's come back for me. It's a little unclear what he wants right now. He just keeps saying that he's been waiting so long for me, that I was promised to him and that the time is finally right for us to be together and that it is finally our time to finish what we started so many years ago. The problem is, is that I don't recall what happened so many years ago. "You will my darling. Just give it time," he whispered, as he smoothed my hair back. I closed my eyes in pleasure at the feeling of his soft and gentle touch. I had forgotten all about John. I had forgotten all about time. The only thing that I was aware of right now was me and Bray.

I asked him to tell me the story of us. I could recall bits and pieces every time he touched me or said a familiar phrase, but there were still so many holes. This was surreal. Could this really be happening? Did I really just meet a stranger in a bar and meet him a dingy hotel room alone and start to believe that I knew him from a previous life? Like I said, I've always had a fascination with the idea of past lives. I believe that when we die, we don't actually die, we are born again in a different form.

"You taught me. You taught me from a young age. You said 'you got to get them before they get you. A rattlesnake's skin is the same color as the leaves,' you said.. And we all understood you.. You led us with your love but you taught us that the fires, well, they were our friends too. 'The world is an evil place,' you would say. And we agreed. And I was there, I was there when you took your final breath. You pulled me in close and said, 'you're the one.' You said, 'They chose you, long before you were ever in existence.' And I understood what you meant. Your touch could save the world but your kiss burns it to the ground. I love you, Sister Abigail."

I had to leave. John was going to be waking up soon and I had been gone all night. "When will I see you again," I asked, reluctant to leave.

"Soon," he reassured me. He kissed me softly on the forehead and opened my car door. He buckled my seatbelt for me. "For your safety. I waited so long," he whispered with a smile. He shut the door and gave me another kiss through the open window. "Soon, my darling. You'll know." I nodded and started the car and took off for home.

"Chrissy? Where have you been?" John asked in a sleepy voice.

"I...I couldn't sleep," I said lamely as I laid in bed uncomfortably next to John. I didn't want to be in bed with him. I didn't want to be anywhere near him right now. I needed to be alone so I could process what the hell had just happened.

"Hmmmm…." he murmured as he rolled over and went back to sleep. Did he even care that his girlfriend was out all night? His soft snoring told me, no, he did not care.

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Two long days went by before I heard from Bray again. I thought my heart was going to break. I jumped every time the phone rang or there was a knock on the door. I nearly jumped out of my skin any time John tried to touch me. "Whoa, what's going on with you?" he would ask in an annoyed tone. I wasn't being very nice to John lately. I had begun to grow tired of him. Tired of his cocky attitude, tired of his constant texting on his phone, tired of his constant go go attitude.

"Nothing," I would reply with a snap. Nothing was wrong except that I met the most fascinating man ever, the man the holds a large piece of my past in his hands and he hasn't contacted me in two days. Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe I did something that made him go away. I don't know. I could call him. Maybe that's what he is waiting for? For me to come to him again. To prove that I want to seek him out. I had to seek him out the first time. I needed more answers. My dreams, when I could fall asleep, were beginning to creep me out and I needed answers. I needed to know what happened. And I needed to know what was going to happen. Bray called me his promised one. What was I promised to do?

"Jesus Christ, woman. Chill out," John said with just as much attitude.

"Stop yelling at me!" I shouted back at him.

"I'm not yelling at you!"

"You just did!"

"I'm only yelling because you're being a moody bitch the last couple of days and I don't know why! Ever since you stayed out until six in the freaking morning. You never did answer me where you were that night-"

"You never give me an answer about where you are when you stay out all night," I shouted as I cut him off.

He glared at me. Grabbing his lunchbox and his truck keys, he stormed out the front door and left.

Finally. Things have not been going well between John and I the last few days. It's true, I've been really moody since I met with Bray. I can't get him out of my head. I don't know what to do. He hasn't contacted me. Am I supposed to contact him?

I started pacing around the kitchen, slamming things into their proper place when there was a knock on the door. I stopped. Who was knocking on my door at eight in the morning? Closing my robe tight against my chest, I went to the front door.

I felt a sense of relief rush over me when I saw who was standing there. It was the dark haired one that Bray called Luke. I opened the screen door a little bit and motioned for him to come inside. He shook his head no. "He's waiting for you," was all he said before he turned around and walked back down the front walk and into his waiting car and drove away.

My heartbeat picked up. Is this what I had been waiting for?