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Moira sat at a table furthest from the bustling entrance of C'est la Vie, her favorite bistro this side of the 21st century. It was always busy this time of day—crowds she never would’ve braved if not for the bubbling blonde who greeted every customer with a smile straight out of Moira's dreams.
Honestly, Moira thought she wasn't going to meet her in this lifetime—Sadie, or at least that’s what her name tag read.
Samuel, Stia, Sadie… perhaps the God that decided to play this little soulmate game with them had a thing for S’s now. This time, though, Moira had spent so many years searching and searching, she'd almost given up. But no matter who Sadie was or what she looked like, it seemed Moira would always find her.
See, in their first life, the very first, Sadie was Elenor, and Elenor and Moira had loved each other so deeply that Elenor had killed her husband with a kitchen knife and run with Moira for the hills. In the next, Moira remembered everything. The men who had wronged them, the bloody knife tossed away in a panic, the love they had made together in the evening fields.
But Elenor had become Iris, and Iris remembered nothing. Not the joys of fishing on the bank of the river or the smell of freshly baked bread at dawn.
Moira despaired. Until she found that Iris would come to love her again, just as Elenor had.
So here she sat, at a table furthest from the bustling entrance of C'est la Vie. It was unbearably busy this time of day—crowds she never would’ve braved if not for the smile given to her whenever she did. Her heart was here, after all. Her Elenor. And so here she would stay.