Her Angel Devil

Part 16

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When I went to bed I thought I would dream about Samael or that Deon would come to me in a dream, but none of them happened. Instead, I had one very strange dream. I was somewhere in a valley surrounded by mountains in the middle there was a big old tree, in front of it I saw a girl all in white. I started to get closer to her, as I got closer I noticed that this girl was very similar to me, she looked like an older and more mature version of me. I looked into her eyes they were weird they were golden in color, like wheat in front of her.

When I got close enough I heard her speak.

"Hi I'm Avriel, this may be weird to you, but you and I are connected."

"How will we be connected? "

"I am the chief sorceress of the elves and you are my reincarnation."

"HAHA. Yeah, I'll still have the power to cast spells, and fly, and see the future."

"I know it's weird, but you'll see there's a hidden book in your grandmother's attic house. Find it. Don't tell anyone you saw me."

Unbelievable, this is the strangest dream so far, but how does he know about his grandmother's house? Something kept me awake, I went to the hotel kitchen for hot chocolate, and then it seemed to me that I noticed some hay walking around the hotel. These are certainly my fictional beings, especially after this dream. I went back to the room and saw that Ana was sleeping peacefully, that it was like sleeping for me. I put on my robe and went to the balcony. The moon shone again with its most beautiful radiance. If only Deon would come and help me. Will I ever see him again, I can’t believe I started to miss him like this.

Unknown Future

A letter to you

Some loves are not forgotten. They are eternal. Some people are destined to meet, but not to stay together. If we met somewhere again, I would recognize you again. I would know you by your voice, your laughter and your eyes. I would meet you and fall for you again. They say people don't stay with those they love, but those they are destined for, I can just keep quiet about it, and what else? If we met once, would you know me, or would you pass like a stranger, I would know you, but I would be silent. I wonder what it would be like to see you, I'm afraid I might see you passing with her, and I with him, if our eyes met for a moment, I would immediately fall on you again. Yet some loves are destined to be short-lived, they enter our lives suddenly, but so they disappear. These are the loves that change and shape us the most, these loves hurt because they remain unfinished, the question always remains in our head what would happen if? One thing I know is that I meet you again anywhere, it would fall on you again, and once we have to meet again, because in life everything comes back, the circle of life must be filled.