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December 6th 2007, it looked like a Thursday if i could remember and it was my 21st birthday and I wasn’t really excited, so as any normal day i woke up and followed my daily routine.

It was around 10.13 am i was having my breakfast when i received a call from my ex-girlfriend saying she wants to meet up, yeah i forgot to tell you we broke last month at this stage I was at the 3rd stage of separation if you follow the Six Degrees of Separation by the Script

So i rushed my breakfast wore a pair jean and a tee and ran like a man running away from a lion

I reached our meet up point, excited like something positive today was bound to happen, as i saw she was coming towards me with a guy I experienced the 5th stage of separation. I looked at her and she was happy like the day we first met which was at a college fest while i was staring at a painting a student made which was just so abstract, she came with happiness asking do you like it and i said yes, the artist must really be good. She smiled and said thanks, you are the only who appreciated a painting of mine today, but that happiness I saw now was not as a result of seeing me but as a result of being in love with someone else.

She said Hey; i just wanted to return the gift you gave me. Right that moment i received the 6th stage of separation and I said thanks i have been meaning to ask you about it.

Thanks again i said, she then replied: OK now i got to go and have a nice day. I don’t know what happened to me but it was like part of me had left me, dumbstruck and clueless about was going on.

So as i walked to the bus stop thinking to myself why didn’t i see this coming, then at the bus stop, i saw a girl was waiting there looked like she was about to board the same bus and she looked sad too like she just experienced the horror i went through.

But who cares about her i just got hit by the BREAK UP TRAIN v2.0 @ you are history miles per hour.

So as I wondered what went wrong, I looked up and it was 2 stops close to my destination and a man boarded the bus with a rifle and started shooting at everyone. I docked under my seat i saw the sad girl under her seat too, she was petrified but as I stared into her scared eyes there was something about this girl so i told her: don’t worry everything is going to be alright and i asked:

What’s your name?

She said Layla and i looked into her scared eyes and said Layla it’s going to be OK, not knowing what came over me, I stood up to confront the shooter as he reloaded his rifle while coming close to my seat to shoot. My instinct went for a head butt and my body did the job. Police sirens were everywhere and the next thing i knew i pushed him to the back of the bus, as we both fell my leg got stocked at the back seat. But unluckily he regained his position quickly, he gave an evil smile while standing at the back of the bus looking at me as i tried to regain my stand. i knew it was the end for me even when police surrounded the bus he looked straight into my eyes and shot me right in my chest .

I couldn’t breathe and i woke to see it was all a dream, i was shit scared so i ran to tell my mom and as i narrated everything to her she said you are almost 18 years old so don’t let dreams get into head and don’t be worried it’s just a dream.

3 months later i went to a college fest I met a girl named Nadia an artist, we clicked the moment we saw each other.

3 years later we came again to the very beginning of the story.

As i walked to the bus stop i had a Déjà vu moment like i have lived this exact moment and it hit me it was my dream 3 years ago.

The same break up, The same stop i was at, The same bus pulled over, The same driver, & the same, the same, same… same girl

I told myself it was all just a dream the outcome won’t happen. To my surprise it did.

Once again i woke up to my 17 years old self this time i was so confused so i went to tell my mom about my Dream and she said: like i told you yesterday it’s just a dream. I was like what is going on in my mind am i going crazy?

3 months passed i met Nadia now i knew what i was going to say and how i was going say it, Long story short it all led to the very beginning of the story

The same break up, The same stop i was at, The same bus pulled over, The same driver, & the same, the same, same… same girl

I knew this time i had 3 stops to make a conversation to get to know this girl and as we both boarded the bus i asked her:

Do you feel like you have lived this moment before, she looked shocked and i said for some reason you know this bus trip is not going to end well. She looked at me and said this might sound crazy or you might not believe me but you saved my life twice.

I lived a life with a bitter outcome and you are somehow related to it because the people in different dreams are like variables and you are constant one, as she said this once again the man with the rifle.

Now you know how this part ends right.

Now to the very beginning, i looked at myself in the mirror and I know what’s going to happens next and i had a choice to go:

The Short way

OR

The Long way

Short way will be looking for Layla

OR

Long way will be live every moment till that day. Again long story short I took the long way, because searching for “Her” is like searching for a needle in a haystack.

After living every moment till when Nadia came with her new profound love experience made me feel less sad and I smiled as she approached me. After I took the gift I sprinted to the bus stand.

There she was sitting at the bus stop we both knew the outcome, as bus arrived and we warned the bus driver not to go ahead he thought we were crazy.

So we decided to call the police and gave them a tip that we saw a man with a rifle running towards a bus to board it, after that i looked at her and i said by the way I’m Shaun and i asked her how are you connected to this very moment and she said after the incident i was in shock after the police arrived i lived my life thinking of that moment and about 2 years from now, as i was in a library looking for a book a friend recommended for me. I found the book and as I glanced to the plot of the book I found a letter, it looked like it was written by a 9 or 10 year old boy and it was written for the one he will truly love. I kept the letter with me and checked out the book from the librarian so as I walked to the bus stop on the pavement walk, drunk driver drove on the pavement and with my head down reading the letter of the young boy, the drunk driver hit me car and there i was again at the bus stand sad and confused. As she narrated the story I opened the gift I once gave to Nadia which she returned and said:

By chance is this the letter?

She took it from my hand opened it and said:

Yes this is it!!!! How?

And I said I wrote this letter when I was 10 years old.

The End