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Déjà Vu (Part II)
…We finished our breakfast, and parted from our motel room # 13. Something didn’t sit well with my stomach as we made our way across the street. I had that feeling right before you puke where water seems to just fill your mouth, the difference being no vomit, and this lasted too long. To pass the time, inside my pocket I fondled my Julias engagement ring.
I asked her to help me find a place to sit down, so we searched together, initially not finding anything. Then, we finally spotted a man rising quickly from his seat and leaving in a hurry. He sat on a bench by the rotary, so we replaced his spot with our adoring bodies. As the man left, he ashed his pipe tobacco, and shortly glanced back at us. Our eyes tangled.
I thought nothing of it and subsided to the bench, though I studied the man closer. He was of average build, and wore a pair of pants identical to my own. In fact, we both wore the same shoes and shirt. Like I, his head was shaved close, but he’d grown his beard out thick. I was sure we’d resemble quite closely on any other day. As I dazed away, I felt a sharp pain in the side of my leg. Immediately I thought of my dream when I was shot from the rooftop. Fortunately, it was only Julia nudging me. She held a note up to my nose and told me that the familiar looking man had left it behind. I was only startled when she read the outside of the note out loud and it said, “Julia, hand this to Allen.” I snatched the note away, opened it, and my jaw dropped in disbelief. I remembered my dream and stood almost straight, but with a slight bend in my knees. As I swiftly turned to the rotary, and Julia’s head tilted, she let out a shriek. I instantly collapsed at the sound. My eyes teared up because I knew the soon outcome. The sound of her straining voice was equal to nothing. It was entirely incomparable to anything I'd ever felt or heard.. My future wife had been shot just too many times. Strangly, that was hardly on my mind. What was, was that note, and the details inside of it. The note read, “Allen, I regret having to tell you this, but you really must know. The dream you had late last night, was not a dream at all.I'm terribly sorry...”
Paris, France was then in chaos...