Find Me Alastar

“You are not going home to Australia, so forget it,” she snaps without looking up from her menu.

I rub my lips together as I watch her. Shit. “You know how I have been having weird things happen to

me?” “Uh-huh.” She keeps reading.

Will you just look at me?

She keeps reading.

“I worked out what they are. The pictures, the lights, the stories.” The waitress walks over. “Can I get

you any drinks?”

“I will have a margarita, please,” I reply. Brielle’s eyes light up. “Oh, sounds good. Me, too.” Her

eyes lift to meet mine. “Sorry, yes. What were you saying?”

“You know how I have been drawing and writing down my story about the young couple?”

She smiles. “Yes, my famous author friend.”

I swallow nervously. “Do you believe in reincarnation, Brell?”

She purses her lips and frowns. “I don’t know. I have never thought about it, to be honest.” She shrugs.

“Why?”

My eyes hold hers as my nervous heart starts to pound. “I think…” I pause because I can’t believe the

words that are coming out of my mouth. “I think-”

“You think what?” she interrupts.

“I think I may have been here before.”

She frowns. “Here we are. Two margaritas.” I sit back guiltily as the waitress smiles and puts them

onto the table. “Thank you,” I reply.

Brielle looks at me in horror and leans into the table. “What?” she whispers. “Have you gone mad?”

“I remember things, Brell. Things that I shouldn’t know.”

She frowns.

“The letters I have been reading and the story I have been writing are about me.”

Her disturbed eyes hold mine. “What are you talking about, Emerson?”

“I remember who I have loved in my past lives.”

She shakes her head and tips it back as she begins to drain her margarita.

I shuffle around in my handbag and pull out the folder with the pictures of the stolen artwork. I start to

pass them to her one by one. “See here, they are all wearing the ring. My ring.” I point at the ring in the

pictures and she studies them one by one.

“It’s a strange coincidence, I will admit, but that’s all it is. A coincidence,” she replies.

“There are no such things as a coincidence,” I murmur. “I remember him, Brell.”

“Who?” She screws up her face. “Did that fucking nutcase Alastar put this into your head? Last thing I

knew was that he had pictures of tombstones with your name on them all over his basement.”

I shake my head. “No, Brielle. But that is why he stole the artwork. He painted those paintings.”C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

She rolls her eyes. “So, he is the guy you remember from your past lives?”

I nod my head. “I know this is unbelievable.”

“Yeah, it is.” She cuts me off. “You know what? I think it’s time we get you to a doctor. You are

scaring the shit out of me.”

I take her hand in mine. “Brielle, I know this is a lot to take in.”

Her eyes hold mine.

“But you are my best friend and I am scared and I don’t want it to be true. But it is.” My eyes tear up.

“I need you to believe me when I tell you this, because I have no one else I can trust,” I plead in a

whisper.