Chapter 66: The Wait

For millennials, Dale had waited to once again have what he had lost, to have and cherish a second opportunity at love, and cling onto it with his entire being. Years, he waited and almost in vain he had thought his wait would be, till that faithful day which he'd forever have etched in his heart. He could remember like yesterday. Like she was still standing on that bridge wanting to take her life.

The broken look on her face was unforgettable as she stood under the angrily pouring rain, all drenched but with no care for what was happening around her. He was transfixed like he had been struck by a bolt of lightning when he saw the one face that had been etched on the walls of his heart for thousands of years. The face he had desperately longed for with all his heart, was now before him.

He had lived times and eras, searched countries and roamed realms to find her and catch a glimpse of her face again. To see her eyes twinkle like the stars and watch her smile even if it was from a distance. But the wait was so long and he wondered if she'd ever return.

He had paid a price to have her back, but he didn't think she'd return.

Many times he'd sit and look at the portraits on his wall with so much pain in his heart, that it finally became numb.

But for the first time in millennials, Dale had felt his heart beat again, but not out of joy, out of fear. Fear of losing her again before he could even get to be with her.

He had saved her from falling when she jumped but she had made an outrageous request; a punishment for saving her and request, she had called it.

"Please put out of my misery." She had earnestly begged when she saw the blade he had at hand. The very blade he had stolen to experiment another way of ending his life.

"Let it be a kind request from one miserable fellow to another." She had said like she knew why he was there. He didn't need to ask how she had come to the conclusion that he was also miserable, because he truly looked the part, and there was also a blade in his hand.

Dale had felt his heart squeeze and pull him in different directions at the look in her eyes. One glance into her mind and he saw the anger, pain, and void that overwhelmed her, just like he felt.

"Let me end our misery, but not with death." He told her, while she looked at him with confusion.

He kept a distant eye on her for years while he worked on a most appropriate approach to seek her hand. All these he did without trying to take another look inside her head. For he knew exactly what he'd find there. She was without her memories and he had forcefully given her another lifetime which she might not want.

Looking at the woman seated before him now, Dale wondered if he had made the right decision then, because even now she seemed to be with so much fear and he couldn't tell why. Maybe if he had looked more and had not stopped himself, maybe now, he'd know why she still acted this way.

He sighed as he looked at Nevaeh who was staring at him with unreadable eyes. He brushed his hand down her face. "I don't know what makes you sad, Elle. I wish I can see it." He really wish he could. He had not expected the sudden block in her head.

Something had changed with her and he didn't know what or why. Despite his search for answers he hasn't found just one clue.

Had he not read her mind before, he'd say she wasn't human, but now he was dumbfounded.

....

Nevaeh was shocked to hear that Elle had been depressed and had tried to take her life. She looked at Dale in utter disbelief, not able to believe what she has heard. Her sister was always so tough she couldn't imagine that she would ever want to die. She had a good life going for her, or so she thought. Elle hasn't always been forthcoming with the things happening in her life. It was as if she had high walls erected around her heart that kept people from knowing her —from seeing through her heart .

Even as kids, she had been the one trying to make all the moves in keeping their bond. She'd tell her all that was going on with her, she was the first she told when she had started dating Francis, had her first kiss and even said yes to Francis. Every detail of her life she had shared, but Elle...she never told her anything. They were twins but they were worlds apart. Never connected at heart or anything, but she should have known her sister was depressed. Nevaeh was shocked and disappointed in herself.

She wasn't a good sister.

And now here she was convecting her sister's man.

"Elleanor, are you crying?" She heard him ask.

Crying? She wasn't crying.

"No," she replied as she reached for her face and wiped her tears.

She looked at him. There were questions burning in her. Questions she wanted to ask, but she feared their answers.

"When you said, the portraits helps you remember, that meant that you've–" She paused when she realized she was about to use the wrong word. "It means that we've met before, before this lifetime, right?" She couldn't believe, she was now talking about reincarnation.

"Yes." He nodded.

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"In our past lives–?"

"Not ours. Just yours." He corrected her.

Just hers? Nevaeh frowned as she pondered about it. If it was just Elle's that meant–He was immortal. He was some creature she still didn't know.

She knew she shouldn't be surprised by any of these information, but she couldn't help but still feel surprised.

She calmed herself to continue with her question. "In my past life, was I by chance...a twin?" Her voice thinned out with each word she had said. She knew asking such a question was dangerous but she couldn't help it.

A part of her wanted to be hopeful that maybe, just maybe, she had also been a twin and he'd had been with her.

But his answer shattered any fragment.of hope that lingered in her heart.

"No."

"No?" Nevaeh felt heart constrict at his answer. So if she wasn't a twin then, that also meant Elle wasn't a twin. What does that mean?

How come they were now twins?

"Would you know if you I wasn't the one you've been waiting for?" She asked making him look at her confusedly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how would you tell the difference if i were to be a twin?"

Dale narrowed his eyes at her. She could tell he was trying to understand where her questions were coming from. Nevaeh knew these weren't the question she was supposed to ask, but she couldn't help herself. There was an innate desire to be with him, and if there was the slightest possibility that she was truly his soulmate, then she'd find it.

"Elleanor, what are trying to say?"

"I'm saying, w..what if I am not your wife, Engel? What if I only look like her? Like a spitting image of her?"

"That's impossible." He told her.

Impossible? She didn't think it was.

"But how would you know?"

He silently gazed at her for a while and said. "I don't know. But I don't think it's possible, love. I know all these things are new and overwhelming, but you shouldn't fill your head with such imaginations."

imaginations? She wished they were just imaginations. She wished they weren't real. She truly wished she wasn't caught up in all this — between telling him the truth and continue to have him believe in a lie.

She really wished it was that simple.

She looked at his eyes and her heart pricked her. He was good and true. Too good to be lied to or make his waiting be in vain. There were so much things she still wanted to know about him, but she wasn't so sure anymore. maybe there was no need because she had to tell him. She had to tell him the truth. If he had truly waited for so long, then he didn't deserve to be lied to.

"Dale, there's something I have to tell you." She said making the man gaze at her with much intent.

"What is it?"

"My imagination, it is real." She told him, making the man brows furrow at her. "I'm sorry for Lying Engel, but.. I'm not your wife. My sister is."

My imagination, it is real." She told him, making the man brows furrow at her. "I'm sorry for Lying Engel, but.. I'm not your wife.. My sister is."

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