Rosalie was the daughter of George King, one of the richest and most powerful men in early British North America. Hakeem was Rose's secret love and a worker in her home. The lovers were at opposite ends of hierarchy and according to society at the time, a relationship between them was forbidden. Torn between her father's vehement opposition to their relationship, Rosalie decides to elope with Hakeem and live in hiding far away from her Dad. But... They didn't hide well enough. Their tragic end was given light by the promise they made each other. In Modern day Canada they're reincarnated as Mateo and Scarlett and they cross paths. Strangers with memories of a life they never lived. Will history repeat itself?
View MoreScarlett started to pick up her rhythm after she left the antique shop. The snow had stopped a few minutes after it started. She continued to cry though. Tears blurred her vision and she had to slow her pace. She couldn't stop the sobs.People stared but she didn't care. Her heart was broken into a million pieces ever since she heard the story of how Hakeem died. Over the years she'd learned that it was possible to feel emotional pain physically, and that's what she was feeling now.Her heart was hurting.He died. What if history repeated itself? Scarlett jerked to stop, wiping her tears furiously and shaking her head, "I won't let that happen." When she looked up again to continue her run, she couldn't believe her eyes.If someone told Scarlett that she’d died and gone to heaven, she would believe it. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Or who.Hakeem.In the flesh. Was this a dream? She looked around her to make sure it wasn't a dream. Even going as far as pinching her c
Mateo walked in rhythm with Bri. She wanted to call for a taxi but he suggested they walk to the grocery store, it was just 20 minutes away and he wanted to clear his head and organize his thoughts.Something was bothering him but he didn't know what it was. He knew it was connected to the woman in his dreams. He felt like he was missing out on something important. The main part that completed the puzzle.His mind kept flashing to the dreams he'd been having that always felt too real to be a dream. For some reason, the woman in his dream felt familiar. Like she was someone he knew well and had been waiting for. But he never saw her face, and even when he did he never remembered it when he woke up.He knew this whole fiasco was connected to a dream he had a few years ago about a promise, for some reason every dream about this particular woman always stood out because they were dreams but didn't feel like one.Another clue he had was how he felt whenever it snowed. He didn't know anyt
At first, when she started getting the dreams, she’d been happy thinking it was normal. Even before the dreams, she was a loner and never had any friends. So whenever loneliness crept in, she looked forward to sleeping…. and dreaming. When she was 13, she met a monk. She was compelled to find answers to what was happening to her, so she consulted with him. He explained that what she was seeing was indeed, her past life. He explained that sometimes when people are reincarnated, they come with memories of their past life because they still have something to do. When she asked him if it was normal, he just looked at her like she had two heads. It only happened to one in millions of people. It wasn’t normal.Apparently, since she had regrets, or yearned for someone from her past, the past life intrudes on the current life, until something soothes it. The monk asked her if she remembered anything about a regret, an oath, a promise, an unfinished task, or just something important she h
Scarlett stood staring at the ring, her heart palpitating in her chest. This was the first time she'd seen any physical evidence of her past life. It was nerve-wracking, to say the least, because it meant everything was real. Scarlett's mind protested as she walked into the shop, and walked closer to where the ring was, but her heart persisted. She didn’t hear the bells that dinged as she walked through, nor did she see the shop assistant standing beside her. It was as though she was bewitched by the ring . It was disconcerting to people who knew Scarlett had connections to her past life, but she’s never really wanted or willed it to stop. It was a part of her she loved and hated. It kept her company when she felt lonely. She was happy to have received so much love, even if it was her past life. And If she was given the chance, she’d still meet Hakeem in this life. It was silly how in love she was with a man she’d never met.But at the same time, it tormented her, that's why she ha
“C’mon get up!” Brianna said in a loud singsong voice very close to Mateo’s ear, intending to wake him up, Mateo thought.“Ughh!” Mateo’s voice sounded muffled because he buried his head in his pillow groaning, Brianna was such a morning person and he was the complete opposite. If he was given the chance, he would sleep throughout the day and stay awake all night. He was nocturnal.“It’s snowing!” Brianna exclaimed.“So?” He said in a casual voice, but he knew she noticed the subtle stiffening of his shoulders, she was very observant.Brianna huffed not buying his nonchalant attitude, “You always mop around like a grieving widower on the day of the first snow, I just want to let you know you’re not doing that today,” she said, “it isn’t snowing yet though, but it will soon.”“Just leave me alone Bri.” He groaned, turning away from her, and folding into a fetal position.“C’mon get up,” she nudged him, and when he didn’t budge she said, “I’ll tell Richard about that time!” She said in
Scarlett made sure she locked her front door properly. After confirming it a few more times, she nodded in satisfaction. It was a habit she’d gained from traveling around.She was holding Brianna's bowl and contemplating if it was a wrong decision to return it at that time. She stared at the door opposite hers for a long time thinking and she almost jumped out of her skin when it opened to reveal a disheveled Brianna. “Hi,” she squeaked.“Oh hi Scar,” Brianna said letting out a yawn. From her mannerisms, Scarlett could tell she’d just woken up. Her thick curls were covered in large black silk bonnets, and she was wearing pajamas. Scarlett noted that she was also holding a black bag of what Scarlett guessed would be trash. “I wanted to return the bowl, but I was still contemplating because of how early it is,” she rambled on, “And I didn’t want to disturb you.” “Ohh,” Brianna smiled sheepishly, stretching her hands out for the bowl. “Thanks,” she turned inside, keeping the bowl on
Scarlett woke up with a start. At first, she was struggling to breathe properly, and her voice was nowhere to be found. She struggled to breathe and cold sweat drenched the Coca-Cola t-shirt she’d worn to bed. She calmed down soon enough as she realized it was just a nightmare. It had been too vivid this time. No matter how many times she went through this, or had this particular dream amongst others, she still went through the painful motions like it was the first time. The pure terror she always felt, the shaking, the tears. Her dreams always felt new and real, always accompanied by sleep paralysis too.The Nightmares were a normal occurrence. on a night where she doesn’t have one, she’d be surprised to wake up like a normal person and not shake while drenched in sweat, or paralyzed with pure terror. The nightmares started when she was a teen, and slowly got worse and gory over the years. But she could never get used to it.In the dreams she had sometimes, the memories or visions
The week flew by before Scarlett could blink. She was settling into her new environment and getting everything she needed. She’d gotten a car, a TV set which she loved, and more canvas. Everything was falling into place.. except her heart. Throughout, Scarlett assured herself that she wasn’t avoiding Mateo, just staying away. And that she could successfully live here and still stay away from him.That Sunday night, after dinner in her apartment, she finally exchanged numbers with Brianna, so they texted every now and then. She stopped asking Bri, but she always wondered where Mateo was and what exactly he was doing.On Friday morning, Scarlett woke up to a text from Brianna, asking if she was up for a girl’s day out on Saturday. Of course, she was. It was a girl’s day out so it meant no boys, right? No Richard or… Mateo. The knowledge didn’t make her feel as good as she expected, but her rational side who knew what was good was relieved.By evening the next day, Scarlett was certain
Scarlett was harshly jolted from her reverie when a loud knock sounded on her door.When she stood up to answer, she spotted her horrifying appearance in the mirror opposite her bed. No way in hell was she going to answer the door looking like that, especially being new here and wanting to make a good first impression. Sending a silent sorry to the person behind the door, Scarlett quickly freshened up. The knock persisted without pauses in between. Weird. She washed her face and changed into a light blue handmade gown she’d gotten from a craft market in Thailand. It was a simple A-line gown made with the softest and best quality wool she’d ever seen. The young girl who made and sold it to her probably wasn’t up to fifteen and had such impressive talent and skill. Scarlett finally made her way to the door while tying her hair in a loose bun wondering who it could be. She didn’t know who she was expecting, but she wasn’t expecting a tall handsome guy with blonde hair and green eyes, a
The year 1881Rosalie made her way up the path to her home. She had a large smile on her face and was virtually jumping on her feet.Their tiny cottage became visible. It appeared earlier in the dim sunshine. Her lips widened even more when she saw Hakeem putting additional flowers in the yard. She had some fantastic news for him.She paused to observe Hakeem and attempted to take a breath. As he pushed the hoe down into the hard dirt to remove obstinate weeds, his veins and biceps contracted. His black skin shone due to the sweat that was pouring on his forehead. She had a gorgeous spouse.She muttered under her breath, "And I'm one lucky woman."To make their small house a lovely environment for their kids, he had once informed her he was planting these flowers. She could tell by the longing in his eyes that he wanted them to live like regular people rather than like prisoners hiding in the mountains.She muttered "Hakeem," putting an end to her line of thought.As soon as he stoppe
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