Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Unwritten Past - Rewritten History ❯ The Notebook ( Chapter 5 )

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath… I bent down and reached into the sand and grabbed something. As I stood up I pulled out a black leather notebook with silver letters on it… It looked at least 100 years old…

 

Shade blinked and looked at the letters, “ `Believe in Second Chances' …” He blinked again and looked at the small print letters at the bottom, “ `Mirai yori mo ima ga kanjin' … What the hell does that mean?”

 

“It means, `More important than the future is the present.'”

 

He blinked, “How do you know that?”

 

I opened the old looking notebook and read the first page, “ `Why can't I forget? What can't I remember? …History itself can never be changed by anyone, no matter how strong they are… OR CAN IT?”

 

Shade blinked and looked at me, “What's that supposed to mean Setasha?”

 

I laughed slightly as I turned a few pages, “ `Your mind is your greatest weapon… So use it Seta.'”

 

His eyes widened, “Wait, woah, rewind! … Are you saying that you wrote this? Setasha, this book is at least 100 years old…”

 

I glared slightly at him, “I highly doubt that. If I remember correctly…” I flipped a few more pages and stopped somewhere near the middle and pointed to the top of a page, “You're in here too.”

 

Shade blinked again and he glanced at me. He hesitated, then started to read it, “ `…You can tell a lot about someone from their eyes… He looked so confused, helpless and… Lost? Lost was definitely not a word I would have ever used to describe…'” His eyes widened again and he paused, “ `…To describe… Shade…' ….Setasha th-… This is-”

 

“Impossible?” I raised an eyebrow at him with a small smirk on my face and laughed slightly, “Shade, you're a Guardian. You of all people should know that there isn't such a thing.”

 

Shade sighed softly, “I just… It's just hard to believe… I don't remember…”

I frowned slightly and flipped to the end of the book. I blinked as I found the picture I drew of him and held it up, “Still think it's 100 years old?”

 

He blinked and hesitantly reached out and touched the paper with two fingers and closed his eyes. He sighed after a few seconds and opened his eyes. He stared at me and my breath caught. Deep blue eyes…

He stepped closer and slid his arms around my waist. I blushed as he rested his head on my shoulder and whispered, “I wish I remembered everything… But I do remember the drawing…” He lifted his head up and ran his hand softly along my cheek and grinned slightly, “And I remember almost kissing you.”