Reborn For Love

On Monday, October 12th at 6.000am in Ontario Canada, Elena’s alarm went off for the morning.She hit the snooze button for ten minutes as was her custom every day. She did this three times in a row before finally getting out of bed. One time her roommate had asked why she didn’t set the alarm thirty minutes later. And even though she had given it a little thought, she had shrugged it off and thought, What’s the fun in that!Elena had always felt like she needed a gentle awakening to get up into her ordinary and lonely day. And true to her predictions, her day was sometimes ordinary. And lonely.You see, she had always been a lone ranger, and she enjoyed her own company. Being by herself always made it possible for her to enjoy ecstasy. Her kind of ecstasy led to an all-time high that only those who experienced it would understand. A kind of high where she transferred to the stars and the moon was her lunchroom. Being alone was her escape route, an escape she needed to

Elena watched for a while as her mother’s car pulled out of the driveway, she had made it through the entire night and could not wait to get into bed. She was very tired and her day had turned out okay. Much better than she expected it to be. It was so far, the best birthday she had ever had.She was damned tired. She walked away from the living area to the kitchen area and turned on the tap for a glass of water. Glass of water in hand, she strolled into her bedroom and dropped to the bed. She rolled over, took a sip of the water, and set the glass by her bedside table. She rolled back into the bed, her dinner clothes still on and within minutes she was drawn away to dreamland.And then, she saw him again! He, the beautiful stranger who had come to her dream one year ago, whom she had connected with like a magnet, whom she knew was a missing part of her, her soulmate.Elena had felt his gaze piercing through her soul, his heart calling her to him. He

  The quest to find the stranger in Elena’s dreams had begun. All she had to help her with this search was the image of his beautiful body imprinted in her heart and head; she used these to try putting a sketch together on paper. A sketch of her soulmate. Elena was an artist, or close to it. She could draw and paint very well. She had started as a young child in her hospital room, using pencils, paints, and crayons to develop her motor skills. Most of her early childhood days were spent at the hospital and these activities were the things she engaged in when she was not busy being too sick. And she enjoyed them. painting helped her express herself and her mother had hoped she would turn out to be the next great artist of her time. Her mother, Caroline had somehow hoped to see Elena grow into a spectacular artist with her work being displayed at museums. She had watched her daughter sketch, draw and paint many times; different things she saw at

It was Thursday, October 22nd, exactly one week since Elena completed the 3D sketch of her beautiful stranger. She had gone to bed for the past seven days hoping to see him in her dreams. She had even willed him to come to her, all to no avail. This made her sad and sometimes tearful. The urge to see him again was so strong that her body almost ached from it. She had hoped that having him sprawled on her sketchbook right there in her bedroom would help but it did not. She still could not figure out who he was and if she had met him before in her lifetime. Elena had even tried to run her sketch online via an image search to see if she could find him that way but it had turned out unsuccessful. She finally concluded that she needed a name for him, something she could call him, hoping the act would give her some attachment to him and so she came up with one; Liam. Liam was the beautiful stranger from Elena’s dream. She spoke his name at will, she started having imaginary conver

While on the plane to Los Angeles, Elena thought about her plan to take revenge on Edward. Truth is, she did not have a well-constructed plan on how she would go about it. She had not thought it through, it had all been so sudden but there was no way she would have ignored her sister’s pain, knowing there was a chance that she could do something about it. But as the plane took off the ground, she began to doubt herself, all through the ride from Mississauga Ontario, to Toronto where she boarded the flight to LA, she had tried to turn her focus away from her sister’s pain, she