Chapter 2
History is just another Lesson
Destiny. It was what brought two people together, life after life. It was the same for Lina Atrois and Joshua Moonson. They would die together and be born again. Life after Life. They would live their life as it was, not knowing that it was something they had done before. They remembered nothing from their former lives. Just born again, only to find each other again. No one knew why or how it worked, just that it was. When they both died, their lives would begin again.
Through many many lives they lived, they always had it together. Sometimes with children and sometimes with it was just each other. It was like an equation, ever changing variables but the equation always the same. Their past lives did not follow them into the present, but sometimes...A little bit of their past would find their way in. The rose of death was their hidden treasure. Not known to him, not know to her that it was something from their past. It was a memory they both had, even if it was not an actual event in their life. It would be their joke for centuries.
In their lifetime, a very long time ago their was a girl who lived next door. It was a typical beginning to a story he knew, but he couldn't help it. Lina was the girl next door and as hard as he tired, he couldn't stop thinking of her. He would hide out on his balcony until she came to read on hers. He would pretend to be reading so he could watch her. He smiled at her as she caught him looking at her. He looked down at his book for a few seconds, slowing raising his eyes to her again. She was looking down at her book, smiling as she looked up at him. Neither one of them knew what it was, but it was there. The feeling that was drawing them to each other. It was love in their minds and it was. It was Love. But it was fate.
One day he had the courage to climb over to her balcony, almost breaking something in the process. He gave her a black rose. It was for his French girl. The one that read every night. He thought she would like the color of it, so she wouldn't think it cliché if he brought her a red rose. It was then that he was told that it was a rose meaning death. He quickly back tracked his words, explaining that it wasn't at all what he was offering. He was offering her death, but that he loved her. Ever since that moment, the black rose lost its meaning of death. It turned into a rose of love. It meant their love.
In many of his life times he had be born again as an angel, hardly ever being able to be born as a human. In his last life he could not bare to be an angel again. He could not live in the stone castle, one that reminded him of one from a book. One that was a mirror. On the outside it was fully of hope, shinning with beauty. On the inside it was a haunted mansion that kept him in a cage. He could no longer live in a life in that way. He wanted to be free. He could no longer appreciate the angelic way of life. He disowned his inheritance and became human. He would never be able to be an angel again, not one that was allowed in the castle with ease. They would know who he was and what he had done. He had forsaken them in their eyes, betrayed them for a simple life.
A life that would soon lead him to his future wife. Miss Artois. She was an artist. A student who was going for an art major. The cycle had started again. They were together for a year when they had a child. The child was a girl. Charlotte. He cared for her and loved her. She was his angel. Joshua was sure that in their trouble, the child would be an answer to keep them together. In all their differences finally tore them apart. Their love was undeniable, but it was not enough. When they both woke up one morning, she was gone. Joshua could not morn her loss, but comforted Charlotte. He had to assure her that it was not her. It was Him. He could not have his little angel burden down by these worries. He would take care of them both. He would be her guardian angel.