She had the palest skin it was like a porcelain doll, man her eyes were just wow they were almost a transparent mix of sea blue with gray flakes and she had this almost white blonde hair, told you she was hot. So we go around this big old tree on the beach and then we disappear the only reason I know we’re in a different place is because the tree isn’t old it’s not even there, but my friends are and they’re looking at me like she did. She looks around and says, “why do you look scared aren’t you glad to be home?” that’s when it all comes crashing down on me like an atom bomb I had to be dead, but I wasn’t because I could still feel her hand in mine. That’s how it all started heck that might be how it ends too, but me this me won’t ever find out I learned that much from my time with her. She told me about this prophesy where me or one of me was destined to kill her and set her free. I learnt that her name was Ashura and she was the angle of time and space, she was cast out of heaven with Lucifer and his followers before she could choose to stay or go of her own free …show more content…
She appeared in my face then said, “yes I know you love me that’s why I have to find the you that doesn’t.” she kissed me then left before I could tell her there was no reincarnation of me that would hate her.
(July 17 2414)
She just stared like she was looking at the first me the one who loved her and begged her to stay. She asked if I wanted to stay with her for a few days and I said I did. She took me everywhere and like magic the memories were coming back I don’t know how, but they were. I knew she could tell because one day it slipped and I called her Ash and she said, “I was wondering when you’d slip up.” And like that she was gone. The next day there was a note with one of her friend’s number on it who could take me home to my time.
(Present)
I was with her for at least two months, but my friends said I was only gone an hour. They have no idea who she is or where she went, they think I went crazy and maybe I did. The memories are still there so I guess all the different versions of me have haunting dreams of her. I guess I’ll never know because my time is ticking faster than her’s it always