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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short passage, not even three hundred words, to express an idea of life, lovers and ancient souls.

Submitted: March 09, 2016

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Submitted: March 09, 2016



 It was a chilly night, but the stars were shining, giving a sense of loneliness, immensity, distance and familiarity all at once. While she stared at that familiar immensity she started wondering about life. Not life in the present, but past lives.

 She was one of those eccentric human beings who thought souls are eternal, that they just change from body to body in order to wander around this world. She believed that every soul is magical, that everyone we know in our current life is somehow connected to us because our souls are connected from the very beginning of times. Of course, when she said that out loud, everyone laughed at her, so she kept it quiet.

 And then he came.

 And then he was gone.

 Only when she was sitting beside their bed, barely breathing, and looked up at the stars again, she knew for sure. She knew she was right.

 Still with her husband’s pallid and motionless hands between hers, she realized. He was up there. Not his body, not himself as she has known him during this life, but his ancient soul.

 Not in heaven. Not in hell. But in that familiar immensity.

 And she smiled.

 She was not sad, neither she was full of joy. She was hopeful.

 She looked at her husband again, kissed his bare eyes and closed them. “We’re just outlaws” she whispered giggling.

 She laid by his side and closed her eyes.

 And that was it, she started looking for his soul among the stars.


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