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Authors: Cynthia P. O'Neill
Loving You (Remembrance Series, Book 2)
Remembrance Series, Book 2
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Loving You
Copyright © 2013 by Cynthia P. O’Neill
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This book is dedicated to the memory of my father,
C.W. “Bud” Pritchett
I will never lose the wonder of you.
I will forever enjoy the beauty of you.
I will always treasure the memory of you.
You are my love, my gift!
– Roy Lessin
July 15, 20--
It had been two weeks since the car accident that was supposed to take my life and I was healing at a steady pace at my mom’s house. Gregory had finally given into the needs of his family’s company and returned to work. He sleeps beside me every night to give my mom a break from my care and to just spend time, together.
It is still hard to believe that I have such a wonderful man in my life. It has only been a little over three months since we first started talking online, after I placed a “looking for friendship” ad. The connection between us was powerful from the start, like the draw of a strong magnet, pulling two souls together. I don’t recall the actual day I fell in love with him; but I know it happened fast for both of us. Now we are engaged and, if luck is with us, this time (long story), we will make it to the altar.
The medical office I work at has me on short-term disability, but they have set me up with this laptop, in hopes that I might be able to run some reports from home for a few upcoming meetings and the semi-annual Board of Directors meeting. I miss the activity of my office; but I can’t say that I miss being around the negativity our Director of Marketing, Pamela, causes within the building. I still can’t fathom how she went from being such a wonderful individual to such a nasty piece of work in such a short span of time. Every time she gets near me, I detect an evil aura surrounding her and her touch feels like hot coals against my skin. Something is definitely off with her, but at least I won’t be going back to work and dealing with her for several more weeks; doctor’s orders.
I’m really not a fan of writing down all my thoughts; but finding my, or rather Angeline’s cousin, Charlotte’s, journal, helped bring back memories and insight to what happened to Gregory and I as Angeline and Daniel, in Virginia, back in 1884. Apparently this is not the first time Gregory and I have been together, in love. However, it seems that forces larger than ourselves are always at work, throughout history, to keep us apart. Ramiel, a.k.a. “Ray”, our angelic visionary, and Gregory agreed with me about writing down everything we have encountered about the past. The dark spirits had easily destroyed the evidence of Charlotte’s journal, along with any clues that could have lead us to discovering what happened in our past life or, I should say lives. My hope is that if we fail, these notes will help guide our future selves to complete our mission and fulfill the prophecy.
It seems that Gregory and I are part of a prophecy where we are born, time and time again, whenever the darkness starts to garner enough strength to unleash madness upon the world. We are destined to find one another, bearing the markings of half-hearts on the inside of our arms, that when connected form a whole heart, which is exactly how we feel toward one another. We are each the half to the other’s soul. Without each other we are lost and weak to the darkness.
Ray sent me a USB stick, along with a special box, to store the items and information we have uncovered to date, that relates to our past. We are to put the items in a special hiding place, and, because Ray has put some sort of spell on them, only the pure of heart will be able to see them.
To date, we have discovered that during the Victorian era, our names were Angeline Olivia Carlson and Daniel Anthony Whitfield. We were in love and set to be married, but disappeared the night before our Wedding, courtesy of the dark witch and her minions. They set a trap to lure us to our special meeting place, by the train station along a river, near the woods. Once there, we were bound and thrown on a train, that was purposefully derailed, causing many travelers to lose their lives, ours included.
Our Victorian families never knew what happened to us. A false note was left, telling everyone we had eloped, but those close to us never believed it. We were declared missing and search parties gathered to inspect the woods and nearby towns. Daniel’s sister in-law disappeared shortly after us, while involved in the search. Some of her clothing was found shredded and bloodied.
Our only solace was learning that each time the dark spirits and witch attempted to harm us -- even if it wasn’t through direct contact, their powers were severely weakened. We also found out that, thanks to my father’s sacrificing his own life for mine, that if the evil ones harmed any of our family members, they lost almost all of their powers for a short time.
After my father’s death, I found a book of Ancient Prophecies that Gregory later bought for me. Supposedly it contains the prophecy that we are supposed to fulfill. Unfortunately, we haven’t had time to decipher the ancient dialect; although, Gregory has been searching for a linguist to translate it for us. The only thing that we really know about the prophesy, and our parts in fulfilling it, is what Ray let me see in a vision. Apparently, each time we are re-born, we are on a quest to find one another and, once we have found the other, our powers will grow. What are those powers? I have no idea. I suspect that my severe cases of déjà vu as well as the ability to see people’s auras and determine whether they are good or bad, through their touch against my skin, are a part of it. Then again, lately I have been able to hear even a minute whisper from across the room or even across the house. So, that might also be considered a power.
Gregory has elicited more helpful powers. He, somehow, manages to find me in my dreams, easier than I find him. Yes, we have the ability to encroach on one another’s dreams. We’ve been doing this since the first time we talked on the computer; maybe even before then. Plus, he has shown healing powers. We aren’t quite sure how he does it, but when his kiss touched wounds on my skin, caused by the accident orchestrated by the dark spirits, they healed, either completely, or nearly so. Truly, if it weren’t for his power, I would still be in the hospital, rather than at home. My doctor’s are scratching their heads at how quickly most of my injuries are healing, with exception of my ribs and recent issues with vertigo.
Mom just came in to check on me and let me know Gregory’s home. She’s not exactly happy that I’m not resting; so I will end this entry, for now, and ask Gregory to put this storage device in a safe place. I can add to it later. I just hope that these entries are not for nothing and that our journey, this time, will be successful. I’ve started getting glimpses into another of our past lives, during the Revolutionary War period, and I can already sense our demise was not a pleasant one. I have to go…
I watched as two people fell into the river from the overturned train car. Daniel and Angeline stayed below the waterline for what seemed like an eternity before bobbing up to the surface.
“Angeline, use your legs to kick hard. Keep your head above water,” Daniel yelled in a panicked voice.
