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A boy named Zeal and a girl named Menma
For hundreds of years the boy and girl both were destined for each other, but every reincarnation there would be an impossible obstacle that would prevent them from even talking to each other. The boy would never be satisfied with his life. Always feeling something was amiss, and couldn’t fix it.
In his first life the boy never even knew of the concept of love. That life was a harsh and dangerous one. He would face hardships every turn and every new face was like a bomb waiting to go off. It wasn’t until his. last day among the world of the living where he found her.
Of course every cycle came with new names, faces and other differences, but he always felt the connection. The first cycle her name was Veronica, It’ll always stick with him, but she was running. Running away from the destruction, war, and death of her home. Or at least thats what he thought she was doing, nevertheless it was the first time he saw her. And he felt like he had never did before. He finally found what was amiss in all of his lives. Each time he opened his eyes everything until the day that he died would be a blur of walking, talking, and taking orders from who ever that may be. But now everything felt like it was supposed to happen like all the lives before was preparing him for her. And now after so many years he was ready to face his beloved. Little did he know it’d decades before they would ever utter a single word to each other.
Waiting. It’s something he got very good at. Having to wait life after life all because one thing kept ruining his chance to talk to his beloved definitely built up his patience, but it doesn’t make the wait easier. But having a strong sense of fortitude is all ways reassuring. After his first encounter with her he would get reborn, and could recall all of his past doings. Now he was on his.. Well he doesn’t know life. The lives themselves don’t matter to him. He only counts them when he sees her. And to his knowledge it’s been 191 times.
Sometimes he would question how he knew it was he beloved, but even after so many cycles, the only answer he could ever think of was “the galaxy’s far and near draw us close, and test me to see if my love is pure or if I just listened to my impure thoughts. And if in that cycle I don’t find her then I failed, but if I do find her then I passed.” This time he passed, and was currently crossing out and circling certain names on a note pad. Many of the names were already crossed out. This time his beloved was very popular, “Many of my plans has already failed. I don’t have much time left to crate the perfect first meet, and perfect life. There’s still many obstacles in the way, and the many flight risks that are almost impossible to eliminate without alarming someone. Or worse her.”
This life he first saw her when he was getting bullied for his lack of wealth. This cycle wasn’t a bad one but definitely wasn’t a great one. In this cycle the life he lead has been one of underprivileged and impoverishment. Waiting for his beloved for hundreds of years made his mind grow exponentially, and fortunately this was able to land him in a better school then one of he status. Unfortunately many kid and teachers knew of poverty status and bullied him for it. Well is guess it isn’t very unfortunate if found his beloved that way, and now he was finally going to speak to her.
His legs moved fast not to a point of running but still fast enough so that no-one else would reach the seat before him. His mind was filled with her after so many cycles, death, emptiness, and a feeling of instense longing. She’s right there in front of him.
“211 years and 20 days later and finally I’ll have the chance to talk to her! Menma Menma Menma Menma. Oh that’s gotta be my favorite one yet.”
He rushed over to the seat beside her, and after hundreds of years nothing was going to ruin his plan now. All he needed was to get rid of a couple more names then him and his beloved would be together! Forever.
“Hi, my name is Andrew what’s yours?” Of course he already knew that answer. Every time he found her he would find out everything. Name, age, likes, dislikes, hobbies, interests, what she likes to see, what she smiles at, and who closest to her. In other cycles he would plan out ways to ‘push past’ all the distractions in her day to day life. In some cycles he would just leave them and work out other ways. But in most he would just eliminate them, he found himself doing the former very often. And in many he got away with it, but most of his beginning lives he would get caught. And even in the ones he got away with he would still need to plan out the perfect first meeting.
There was her voice. Oh words couldn’t explain the overwhelming feeling of complete ecstasy, and in more ways than one. Of course only she could do this to him. "Menma you'll never know just how much I love you. How long I've been waiting to hear your voice. All the nights spent alone wondering what my true purpose is, but now it's all worth it."
“Welcome to back everyone I hope you all had a great summer, but I have assigned a seating chart. So I need everyone to stand up and go to the back of the classroom while I call out names.”
No. How? It’s all ruined. And Now I’ll have to wait for the next cycle.