John p.o.v

She goes home to change and shower and then comes back. She goes and writes well I sit reading and sending some emails such.

A couple hours pass and soon I start to worrie. Who can write without a break for 6 hours? I go into the kitchen and make her some lunch and knock on the office door softly. When theres no answer I walk in.

Shes leaned agenst the wall with a red wet face upset. She looked like someone had beat her up and left her to rot. You could see pain in her lovely water glazed eyes as she looked up at me.

"Love.."

"Its fine this is my creative prosses." I frown.

I sit next to her and rub her back. "Whats wrong?"

"I can't do it. Everthing I write is bad!" She looks down.

"How about we eat some lunch and watch some movies then we can go out to dinner. If you want to write after that then do it. If not. I'll drop you off at home." I suggest. She nods and sniffles and I give her the lunch I made for her and we go in the living room and sit down. I need to get her to finish the fucking book. I just want to kill her but no! I had to get into this damn book!

I do feel bad at the point because I actually can see myself dating her just to have fun for once but im done with girls after Miriam though I was dead.

"So you work at home?" She asks well taking a swig of her drink. I looked at her brown hair as it moved over her amber and green eyes slightly.

"Yeah. I just send some emails and go to a meeting once a year pretty much." She nods and after we finish eating we relax and watch some movies. She leans her head on the soft fabric of my shirt and holds my hand.

Again a vision of us kissing in the 40s or 50s in paris pops in my head, but then another one does. It shows me sobbing as she slowly dies and I scream out for help but all that come out is quiet whispers pleading for help when no one could hear me. I shake my head. What did it mean? Why would she dying hurt me that much? That was in her past life if it was that long ago.

The only memorys I had from 60 years ago and back that I could remember were of miriam. Nothing else. I just don't know why. Mabey my note books could help.

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The days passed. Then the days turned to weeks. It had been half a year with her but I still wanted her to finally finish this book. She was finishing the editing and adding things to it well I wait. I decided instead of killing her I would just dump her. I couldn't get attached to someone else who would die. And why burden them with this?

I was just waiting at this point for it to happen.

I sigh. I wasn't gonna say I had fallen for her yet. But if I do I don't know what I'll do.

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I had been sleeping when I wake up to a violin playing. Why must she listen to my classical records so late at n-ITS 1 IN THE MORNING! I rub my eyes hard then look at the clock to double check. Wow. 1 in the fucking morning. What the hell is she doing!?!?

Ive woken up to her not in bed but a minute later she walks back in saying she had just been grabbing a snack, going to the bathroom..ect. I stand up now fully awake. I walk to the living room to tell her to turn the record player off and come back to bed. Exept it had nothing on it.

I walk to the instruments room. Theres no way she knew how to play the violin! She would have said something.

I peek though the tint crack opening the door and there she was playing. It was a hard song but listening she used emotion. She then turned all of that into this one thing. She was letting out everything that may have been building up with this song. I watched her back and she played and slowly walks in and grins.

She was truely a wonder. To bad she went on a date with a serial killer.