“I am really good thanks Mum. I was thinking about you too. University is great, I am really enjoying the whole experience so far.”
Although I wasn’t with my Mum in the flesh I could feel her smile through the phone, she was proud of me. She always showed me how proud she was, even if I didn’t always allow us to see eye to eye with one another.
“Good, I am really glad sweetheart. Daisy is missing you like mad, she has been walking …show more content…
I have never felt as connected to my Mum as I do in this very moment. Emotion and passion is currently filling my mind. I will make sure I release all my passion in my lecture today.
I quickly jump off of my bed and take a quick shower, washing my hair carefully. I dry myself, pop on some jeans and a simple white top and make my way down to the canteen. Hunger filling my mind, the dream of my Dad replaying over and over again in my mind. I come out of my room and Chakotay was already stood there waiting for me. It is literally like he is the other half of me. I can’t get over how strong our connection is, and it never seems to falter, not even one little bit. Our connection is a flame that cannot be burnt out… The minute we met, the minute our souls came into contact with one another, the flame touched everything surrounding us. Turning this tiny flame into a huge burning fire… Burning everything it comes into contact with, to the point, where no amount of water could even begin to calm it down.
“Good morning Miss Rose, for some unknown reason I knew you’d be leaving your room now and I take it you slept well? You look very refreshed.”
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The 9th of June 2014, that was my birthday, the day my Dad was taken away from me. I had to ask him, I needed to know.
“Chakotay, when is your birthday?”
“The 4th of January 1993.”
Capricorn… Chakotay is a Capricorn, not only is he a Capricorn but he was born on the same day as my Father. I can feel the goosebumps all over my skin. Wow.
“My Dad… You share the same birthday as my Dad.”
“Do not question the high spirit Artemis, just embrace it.”
“Funny because my Mum said the exact same thing this morning.”
“Dreams aren’t real Chakotay. This is just all a coincidence.”
I knew it wasn’t but I am afraid I may be diagnosed as clinically insane if I start quoting that I believe that something like this is possible for a mediocre girl like myself.
“You aren’t mediocre and it is real.”
How does he do that?
“See Artemis… People think dreams aren’t real, because they aren’t made of matter, of particles but you see Artemis, dreams are real… For they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost