I kind of guessed a handshake event might do the trick, and as luck would have it, Big Bang had a handshake event next month. I guess it was fate.

I snickered at how cheesy I was, but now that I knew that this was our task in this life, that we had to find each other…recognize each other, my life suddenly made a lot more sense.

I managed to buy the tickets to the event (almost all were sold out, but somehow there was one more left), and I was supposed to land in Seoul a day and a half before the event.

Suddenly an urge to draw made me stand up and take a pencil and a paper. I stopped drawing 3 years ago, when my best friend died (Nuelle had a short life, and I missed her badly). But now…but now I just let my hand do what it wanted. Soon the outlines of two bodies on a forest floor came to life, and before I knew it I was thrown back into another life, another time.

There was a rough blanket underneath us, and as we looked up to the stars I couldn’t imagine a moment where I could be happier. The wars between The Romans and the “savages” had stopped, and instead the Romans set camp here, having a shaky truce with the people they called beasts..

My father was a Roman commander and he brought me all the way here, so far away from Rome to show me how beautiful the nature was here…instead I found myself watching  a man who for me looked as beautiful as Apollo himself.

He was tall and muscular, his body full of war scars, but his blue eyes never reflected the pain and suffering he saw. His raven black hair was long and messy and his plump lips were now pulled in a satisfied grin. His thumb made small circles on my upper arm while I laid half on his chest half on the blanket.

I knew…I knew that back home I would have to marry a power hungry man, and our marriage would ensure my father’s place in the Senate. That didn’t change the fact that I want nothing more but to stay in Ricard’s arms. He had such a strange name, not common for the time we lived in, but, really, everything about him was uncommon.

The fact that after the battle would end he would help the injured, both on his side and the enemy’s side, or the fact that he would never hit a woman and despised all that did…or the fact that he didn’t care that I was a Roman and instead loved me for who I truly was, showed how uncommon he really was.

“Stay with me, my little flower.” He whispered, now looking at me, making me feel even more than I already was. And needless to say my long flowing dress was discarded somewhere on the forest floor, leaving me in my nature’s clothing.

“I wish I could…but I have my duties, I have to marry for my family.” I replied sadly, suddenly wishing I wasn’t who I was. Cloelia, daughter of one of the most powerful people in the Roman Empire.

“I would start a war for you. I would die for you. I will do that…just say the word, little one.” He said, suddenly sitting up, pulling me into his lap.

I looked down into his eyes, my arms wrapped around his neck, my blond hair falling around us.

“No. No more bloodshed, I can’t let you hurt yourself for me. Please, please don’t do anything rash. Your people are tired from all the battles, and I won’t let any lives go to waste because of our love. Now, shut up and kiss me…this night won’t last forever, sadly.” I could see sadness in his eyes, but he obeyed, kissing me like it was our last kiss…it turned out to be that for many years it was. And after we both felt our arousal, I rode him, ing, our screams filling the otherwise silent forest, the moon our only witness.

The next day my father took me home, making me leave my soulmate behind. Only after many years, when I was already married for 10 years, when I was a mother to two small children, did I go back. My husband, who I never really loved, told me that I could go wherever I wanted to, and without a thought I told him where I wanted to go.

He was still there. I watched him as he played with his son, his wife standing next to him, looking as happy and proud as I was that last night.

I stopped, not sure of what I was supposed to do, when his eyes suddenly lifted to mine and we both stood frozen in time. We were older now, wiser…we both knew it would be foolish to give into our passion now.

He softly smiled, nodding and told his wife to go home to watch over his little boy. To others it looked like I was sent to talk on my husband’s behalf about the truce, so nobody looked twice when we disappeared into the forest.

He pushed me against the tree, kissing me hungrily. We both knew that was as far it would get, and made it count.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” I almost chanted and I knew he felt the same.

“You are still as beautiful as the first time I saw you.” He whispered against my lips. I felt my face was wet and realized I was crying. He kissed my face, trying to chase away the tears.

“Promise me you’ll come back. I know you have your duties…but please promise me you’ll visit.” He said, cupping my face with his hand, looking straight at me.

“I promise.”

Many, many years later, I finally was allowed to go back. I couldn’t even be sure if he was still alive, my own body already failing me from the many years I lived.

I found him on his death bed, his wife already dead, his son’s family taking care of him. But for me, he was just as beautiful as the first time I saw him. I got a strange look or two from his son and his son’s wife when I dropped to my knees, the wife of the emperor of the Roman Empire, but I didn’t care. I showered Ricard’s face with kisses, and saw him smile when he saw me.

“You came.” He whispered, making me cry even more.

“Of course I did, you fool. I love you, you know that, right?” I whispered back, holding him in my arms.

“I love you too.” He said, and I felt more than saw when his death neared.

“Ami…see you soon.” Suddenly he said, his voice strong and calm, and then his breathing stopped, his face relaxing. He died in my arms, just the way it was supposed to be.

My real name…it resonated within me, and somehow I knew we would meet again. I didn’t know about the spirit world back then, but I knew that Ricard and me…we couldn’t be kept apart.

I died 2 days later, and was reunited with Ryu shortly after.

My tears stained the paper, but I could still see the picture I drew. I missed him….I missed him so badly it hurt, I refused to live another life without him. Because a life without him was no life at all.

A/N Yeah, I almost made myself cry which is pathetic, I know. Please, tell me what you think, it helps to motivate me to keep writing. Love you guys :*