[ WP ] Since the advent of man , two lovers have been cursed to fall in love , die , and be reborn for all eternity . Death comes at their true loves kiss .

I remember. 
 
 Some memories are nothing but fragments. Covered in ashes and in the midst of bloodshed I found her on my way to Elysium. I held her as she wept for the dead brother who had died at my hands, and in my sorrow destroyed her with true love's kiss. 
 
 But that is not where the curse began. I still see her on the banks of the Nile, standing in the rushes. I can smell the incense that clings to her skin as night after night she delivers her prophecies, all the while ignorant of the fate that awaits her when she finally meets me in the moonlight. 
 
 We were children together in my father's keep. I dreamed of becoming a knight, and she dreamed of the day she would be a lady. We listened to the minstrels sing songs of courtly love, and I kissed her by the riverbank when we were only twelve years old. We held each other as the ground fell out beneath us and we were washed away, only to be reborn as the son and daughter of warring clans. Her father saw our true love's kiss and the arrows fell on us like rain. 
 
 I ca n't remember all the times I've loved her. All I do know is that I've loved her again and again, and no matter how hard I try I can never stop myself from giving in. And it's not so bad, sometimes. 
 
 In our last life we married different people, and had children, and we were happy. I thought for years that the curse had been broken, until the day I was taken in to the hospital. A little congestion. Water on the lungs. Nothing to worry about, they said. On the day I was set to leave, I was making my way through the halls when I saw flashes of a woman standing in the moonlight, and smelled the incense from long ago, and felt the pain of a dozen arrows in my chest as I looked at the small, frail woman laying in her hospital bed. 
 
 `` You look tired.'' She glanced over at me and gave me a benign smile. 
 
 `` You get to be our age, you're always tired,'' she said. 
 
 `` Is n't that the truth.'' 
 
 I always think when I first meet her again that maybe she's remembered, but she never does. The burden is always on me to be the one to curse us, time and time again. Had n't the witch said as much in Ancient Babylon? I'd stolen her daughter from her, and though we were both cursed, I would be the only one to feel the pain. 
 
 We spoke for a while, that day, and she only gave me a puzzled smile as I leaned over her bed to kiss her. She died first, and I saw the light leave her before I slipped into the darkness. 
 
 This life has been a good one. I have a brother I love, and two nieces. People tell me my music will take me places, but every time I enter a crowded bar to play another gig, I search for a face that reminds me of all the things it's impossible for me to forget. 
 
 I've told myself a million times that this will be the time I walk away and live my life without her. But tonight, as I finished my set, I looked up and saw her sitting there in a pale green dress that reminded me of the sun glinting through the rushes. 
 
 I bought her a drink and sat down beside her. She smiled at me like her life had just begun. I smiled back, knowing that our lives were almost over.
