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.”

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.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

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.