Violette’s Point of View

I had a dream once as a little girl. I was traveling with my family and I got lost. I could not find anyone or anything I knew. I woke screaming for my mother, and she and my father comforted me that night.

This third life of sorts is that for me. I had a life, one I remember more. I was Violette Kelly. I had beautiful parents, a vibrant sister, and a boy I loved. That life lingers like a steady movie in my memories.

Then there is a second life. There were people, I know I knew. There was a brother, and parents. They loved me, and I loved them. I was Violette Morgan. The memories are more like a slideshow though. It freezes on their faces, but the photos are blurred, as though maybe that life never really happened. Maybe that had been the dream.

The one clarity in that second life was him. The same boy as before, with the same love, only stronger. It seems that with each life I love him more.

He was the first thing I saw when the pain stopped and I willed my eyes open. I was screaming when I woke, just as I had been from the dream.

His fingers were with mine through my whole transformation. His voice was at my ears comforting me. I wish the memory of the pain was as dull as the others, but that is something I will never forget.

I could not remember much when I opened my eyes, but I remembered I loved him, and I swore I loved him more.

On my finger I wear his ring. That memory I have, the first, as well as the second. He said he’d propose a third time if I needed. He is funnier than I remembered in the other lives.

His laughter lights the darkness that this new life has shed for me. The light is something I will miss. But in its place there are benefits.

Hunting for one. I am a natural hunter I have been told. The thrill of diving through the waves at midnight under the moon, with my beautiful Grayson besides me.

It is savage in a way, we become predators of the sea. Hunting together, and then swimming under the current where eyes can not see us. It is like a dance the way our bodies move under the water. I never would have believed anything could be so graceful, let alone I myself being so smooth and perfect.