I have know idea where this is going or where it came from. it just kind of just showed up in the warehouse and i wrote it down the other day. So any thought on it are welcome!!! Ed likes feed back!
She wasn’t ordinary. She never was. It was as if certain presets had been in place so that certain events happened to her no matter what she did. Each of her many lives had been like this, she knew. She could see them all. She wasn’t ordinary. She was special. Every time she was born into life she had to do certain things. Without fail these things happened even if she willed them not to, they happened with a force that only a destiny like hers could create. Meeting him was one of those things. She always meet him, and always when she was the same age and always in the rain.
This life she wouldn’t go out in the rain of her 27th year. Now she was done fulfilling her roles, performing her duty. This life would be hers. But then she never imagined the knock on her door.
She had often wondered if he had lived and died as many times and she had over the many millennia of her reincarnated lives cycle, but she never asked. Just as if he did he never asked her.
He would always be there, like a rock in her many lives, but he would leave her life just a fast as he entered it. She never got to know any of the names he went by, but there he was standing sopping wet at her door.
“No no no!” she said. “You can’t be here.” Her voice filled with pain. “Not, now . Not again.”
He didn’t smile, he only hung his head. “I’m sorry.” He said “I didn’t want to come, but your draw me so.” His voice full of pain.
“What?” She asked. Could it be that like her, he wasn’t ordinary?
“I’ve lived so many times and each time, you’re there and each time I can’t stay away.” He looked up at her. “I can’t fight it anymore.” He said stepping closer to her.
“Get out. Go away. You are not welcome here.” She said taking a step back but not giving up her position in the door.
“I want to leave..” He started.
“Then leave.” She stated.
“But I can’t.” he finished.
When would the cycle break? When would they be free? She didn’t know . She pushed him out of her door and quickly closed and locked it after. “No not this time!” She yelled sinking to the floor. “I won’t let you seal me into another life ever again!” She screamed into the door.
She was never ordinary. She was something special. Something lost to all creation. A mother and a friend to life. She was the Creator and she was Chaos. Her name was Kai.
He banged on the door. “You can’t avoid this.” He said. His voice muffled by the door. “This has to happen. It always has.”
She sat there, shaking her head. “No. No. No.” She repeated over and over. “Go away. Go away.” She wasn’t going to let this happen, not again.
She was tired. She’d lived to many lives. She wanted to rest, but she didn’t know if not being sealed into the next life would grant her the rest she wanted more than air. She was ready for this vicious cycles to be over. To long had she remembered loves long gone or children well back grown. She was ready to find out about what came after. She didn’t care if it tore the worlds apart, she wouldn’t be sealed again.
The rain poured outside, the windows, tracing and drawing patterns along the glass. He had stopped banging on the door but he hadn’t left. He sat with his back to her door. Gods he knew he didn’t want to do this every life time, but he had a little choice as she did. Did she ever stop to think that every life he sealed her into, he sealed himself too? If she lived so did he, but unlike her, his life as never ending. He was timeless.
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