"Sit here," Father pulls out a tall stool and situates it to the side of his desk. As I climb and settle on top, the Prince of Lorain stands in front of me. With the help of the stool, I reached the base of his neck - I was thankful as it gave me no reason to look at his eyes.

I close my eyes and clench my hand to hide the trembles. I still felt my chest clenching. My subconscious was trying to warn me of something and yet I couldn't make out what it is exactly.

I only had a second to register the feeling of the cool hand of the prince on my forehead before I was sent ricocheting back to my memories, into Daniels', and Harold Gloss'. All three played like movies in a fast-forwarded play before I was watching just one... Just mines as Eliot.

It was as clear as if I was experiencing it all over again; The cold still pierced through my two layered coat, the snow falling down slowly onto the train platform and tracks, and my bare hand was growing numb as I kept a firm grip on my suitcase.

"Don't misunderstand like this! Please!" Daniel spoke loudly, his behavior drawing the attention of the crowd in the train station. I refused to look back at him, the betrayal I felt from the day before still held me in a tight grip that was slowly suffocating me. I never thought Daniel, of all people, would cheat. Maybe he was growing bored after ten whole years... I needed space. I needed to be away.

Without as much as letting out my frustrations and anger and sadness, I packed my belongings from our shared apartment and decided a good trip back to my home town for a few months, or years would be good. Daniel followed me all the way to the train station trying to speak to me, but I wouldn't listen. I hadn't said a word to him at all since yesterday. I jerked when Daniel tried to grab my arm, forcing me to turn around and look at him.

My mind blanked out when I saw him with only a T-shirt on and shorts that laid bare his muscled arms and legs. He wore flip flops in three-inch snow and his feet looked as numb as they were - And here I was shivering in my two layered coat. I wanted to yell at him for being such an airhead - he was going to die of hyperthermia like this. But then I remembered everything that happened again, making me swallow what care I still had for him, and turned back around. 

My head turned a little when I heard the train approaching, letting me see him from the corner of my eye. "Please... Elliot..." His voice was weak. I stepped forward, away from Daniel when he tried coming closer.

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Bad choice.

My feet slipped on frozen ice hidden under the sleet of snow and I fell straight onto the train tracks. There were sharp yells of alarm from the crowd, but it was too late. The train was already approaching and wouldn't be able to stop in time even when hitting the emergency brakes. Daniel's painfully desperate expression was the last thing I saw.

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My eyes opened and I was no longer in the train station - but my father's study. I looked around confused for a second before I saw the Prince of Lorain stare at me with interested eyes. "Well, that went better than I had expected." He said. His hands reached out to my cheek and swiped his finger on my pale skin, with the top of his index coming back glossy from the teardrop that fell from my eye. I was too dazed to react.

"You successfully blocked the memories?"  Father asked.

"I did. The after effects of gaining others memories would still remain, such as his interest in farming and so on."

"As long as he no longer has an identity crisis."

"However..." The prince eyed me closer, his eyes smiling along with his lips. "You're son really is peculiar. My stay here definitely won't disappoint me."

Ah, now I knew why I was so nervous. I was so sure nobody would figure out my little secret that I forgot the obvious... The prince could see my memories. All of my memories.

The prince knew.

 "I'm not surprised. He was always mature for his age." Father commented, taking my attention away from the prince, thankfully. "It's late, I'll have my head butler guide you to your bedroom. Louise, show Eli to bed."

I was eager to oblige and quickly made my way to my bedroom. Louise grew confused when I grabbed a hold of his hand along the way, but I was in no state to explain myself, and Louise wasn't one to question any of my unusual behaviors. I needed rest and time to process that someone knew. A person, who I didn't know I could trust, knew. Someone foreign knew.

Would he say anything to father? To mother? To anyone? Even when people in this world had powers, to have memories of a past life, in a different world, wasn't that weird? Unusual? Disturbing? Would they look at me like they're own child again when they figure out that I have the soul from a different life?

I was scared and insecure, I didn't know what to do. 

Calm down. I might be overreacting.

But reassuring myself wouldn't do me any good.

No, no, it's okay. It wouldn't change anything... Could it?... I never realized the tears never stopped even as I fell asleep, the exhaustion from too much worrying leaving me bound to my dreams.