She was clever and funny in a subtle way, with a way of noticing things others missed.
One afternoon, while helping her with math homework, I groaned, “Why do we even need this stuff?”
She gave me a thoughtful look. “You really don’t remember, do you?”
I was confused. “Remember what?”
She paused, then said softly, “We were close once. Not just in this life, maybe… but in another time. Something separated us.”
I almost laughed, but her calm tone made me stop. There was something about her words, something that felt strangely familiar.
Over the next few weeks, she shared more. She told me about a difficult time she had gone through, how life had changed, and how she found strength by learning to see things differently. Her story was about resilience—but also about something deeper.
One day, as we waited for the bus, I noticed a faint symbol on her wrist. A chill ran through me. I’d seen that shape before—in a dream I’d had years ago, one that never left me.
“Where did you get that?” I asked.
Her smile grew. “That’s the key. It connects us. You’re starting to remember.”
And I was. Not everything. Just feelings, glimpses—a sense of connection that ran deeper than memory.
“I think I remember,” I whispered.
She nodded. “The world needs people who care. People who are willing to see the truth beneath the surface. That’s us.”
Before I could ask more, a black car pulled up. A tall man stepped out and said gently, “Violet, it’s time.”
Her expression changed. The lightness in her face gave way to something more serious. She turned to me. “This is where our paths part—for now. But you’re ready. You’ve always been.”
“Where are you going?” I asked, unsure why I felt so shaken.
“I’m not going anywhere. You are. You have a role to play. I just came to remind you.”
And just like that, she was gone.
In the days that followed, I couldn’t stop thinking about her words, the dream, the symbol. I didn’t have all the answers, but I felt a new sense of direction—like a part of me had woken up.
Maybe Violet didn’t just remind me of the past—maybe she helped me see the future. And though I didn’t know exactly what lay ahead, I was finally ready to find out.