Do You Get Déjà Vu When She's With You Novels & Stories

she asked confused. “I thought so too, but when you said he knew our plans, I knew he came through. At least first I wasn’t sure, but I thought I felt something strange a little while ago, my suspicions were right because of you. His smell is on you. Did you have a vision?” “Yes,” Jade said touching her head. “I have a headache, I don’t know why.”

Joyce asks softly, taking my hand. "Since we met, I've felt this connection between us, like a cord connecting our souls. It's at its strongest when we're together, like right now I can feel a pull, longing to be next to her. It's almost like I can't breathe right if she's not next to me.

she said, and I nodded. "When you are far away from me, it feels like you are missing something. And when I am near, no matter if you are kissing me or holding me. You want more," she said and then thought about something. "It feels like you, if you could, then you would absorb me into your skin," she said. "How did you know?" I asked her, and she smiled. "Because I feel the same. I lose myself when I am with you," She said. I watched as she got up and smiled at me.

Though Zachary didn't understand why she brought this up, he nodded - it happened to him occasionally. "I just experienced it. Walking with you by the sea, watching the stars, feeling the sea breeze on my face - I feel like this has happened before, more than once." Sarah's eyes held a trace of confusion. Déjà vu wasn't enough to describe what she felt. The phantom memory wasn't just visual but emotional - she could even feel the warmth of that hand and catch whiffs of cedar fragrance from her memory.

Staring at her, I couldn't help the feeling of deja vu. I had seen her in a similar position months ago. With her cherry red lipstick she had approached me so courageously. It was the first time I saw her. Her eyes locked eyes with me and my breath hitched. She noticed me.

But that wasn’t it. There was something about her. A flicker of recognition whenever she looked at me. A hesitation in her voice when I asked her about her past. And then there were those moments, unspoken glances and casual touches that felt too comfortable. I had been fighting it. Denying the pull. But today, when she stood in her doorway, dressed in pink and white staring down at me, I felt it again. That damn sense of déjà vu. “Hey,” she greeted. She looked beautiful. From her casual oversized t-shirt to her perfectly polished toes in those flip-flops.

Our lips moved together in perfect synchrony, soft and sweet at first, then gradually building in intensity. But as the kiss deepened, deep down in the recesses of my hazy mind, I felt the strangest sense of déjà vu. This kiss, these lips... they felt amazingly familiar, like a half-remembered dream even though this is our very first kiss. The way his lips fit perfectly against mine, the taste of him, the scent of his cologne – it all felt so familiar, just like coming home after a long journey. My hazy, dazed mind struggled to make sense of it, even as my body surrendered completely to the sensation.

That’s exactly what it feels like. “I remember my first time traveling to a neighboring territory when I was younger,” she continues. “Every pack had its own rhythm. Its own secrets.” “Sometimes you feel them without anyone saying a word,” she says with a voice barely above a whisper. I freeze, my heart racing in my chest. Does she sense it? Does she smell it on me—the difference? “You must have seen a lot,” I say, trying to sound more confident than I feel as I stare back at her.

I nodded. I know exactly what she means. Her soul remembers me even if her mind hasn’t caught up. And lately… her body has started catching up too. When we sit too close, she shifts a little—toward me, not away. When someone flirts with me, her scent spikes. When I’m gone longer than usual, her eyes scan for me. The bond is alive. Stronger than ever.

I asked, deciding not to beat around the bush. And I watched color drain out of her face. I raised an eyebrow, as I thought. Why does this moment seem so familiar? Like a Déjà Vu? I forced my breath in, as I stared wide-eyed at her. What exactly is going on? … A/N: What do you think of the chapter, guys?