Find Me Alastar

I blow out a deflated breath. We haven’t spoken since our heated exchange in the restaurant the other

night. It reads:

Hi Em.

Are you okay?

I feel bad for our fight.

I can’t stand the thought of you being angry with me.

I stare at my phone for a moment before I reply.

I could never be angry with you.

I am disappointed.

I wait for a moment and a text bounces back.

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Tears fill my eyes and I text back.

I am alone in my room at Ashford Castle preparing for my wedding tomorrow.

I wait for a reply but it doesn’t come. I pace back and forth for a moment and then text back.

I understand that this sounds crazy.

And I understand the you don’t know or support Alastar.

But I needed you here to support me.

I’m hurt that you won’t be by my side at my wedding.

I love you.

xxx

I click out of my messages and turn my phone off. I am not getting into a fight with her tonight while

she tries to talk me out of it. My wedding tomorrow is the only thing I am sure of in this whole messed up

situation. I sit on the bed and my eyes turn to the letter I found today. It’s like my very own private

wedding present from my Alastar. I slowly turn it over and slide my finger under the heavy deep red wax

seal. I take out the heavy paper and I smile as I see the handwriting. It’s the same as Alchron’s and

Alastar’s. It is from him. My love has written this letter for me

My darling Emmaline.

My apologies that it has taken me so long to write you. I haven’t had the strength up until now.

It has been three months since I held you in my arms, three months since I felt the warmth of your

love.

Three long months since fate stole you from me again.

I have done this before. I know how hard this grief is, and yet every life it feels that bit harder and

my loss with your death, so much greater. I am a shell without you.

It is unbearable, my love, to lose you again and again.

I have made a decision and I hope and prey that it breaks the curse and lets you live a full life.

I need to explain to you why I have decided on the decision I have, and it has not come to me easily

and will pain me greatly to execute. I couldn’t explain this to you when were living as I would never

want you to live as I do.

Petrified that every day may be your last.

As fate would have it, my love, we have been gifted the ability to remember each other in our lives,

throughout all of our lives. Our ring somehow controls my ability to find you, but unfortunately it

doesn’t have any power to save you. For some ungodly reason, once we find each other, your days

become numbered.

I am sick with worry throughout my life knowing that I will eventually bear your loss. There are

twenty-three lives that we have lived together, yet I only remember fifteen. I do not know what

happened in those missing eight lives, but I do know I will trace them and recover any remaining

memories of our time together, and hopefully recover some kind of clue as how to fix this curse.

The two lives that you do remember, The Princess with Alchron and Henry with Elizabeth, are the

only two lives that I didn’t know about the curse of losing you before at the time of living them. These

were the only two lives where I passed first.

I need to break this curse for you.