Me: Hello, my dear beloved readers! ^.^

Shun: Are you that happy that I'm dead?

Me: NOOOO! Okay so I haven't written anything in awhile because my computer was broken and this guy came over and bibbidi bobbidi boo he fixed it! *Gasp* MAGIC! Okay so again sorry for the long wait. *Bows*

Alice: Okay ^.^

Me: Cheerful as always Alice, brilliant, thank you!

Alice: Thanks Unyielding Wish for helping Joker's Girl!

Unyielding Wish: Okay I only have a few things to say so I'll get done quickly because nobody likes reading the notes of a beta reader trolololol anyway this story may not be the closest to history but as close as I could get and I'm sorry about my scanty beta-reading in the beginning of the story but I liked it I really did and it was cool and everything and I went to the reviews and I'm glad so many people are enjoying the story~ :DDD Aaaanyway I get so surprised when I realize that this began in the summer, now I'm sad so I'll eat some string beans, kthnxbai

Me: Okay so this is the Epi!

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EPILOGUE

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A young girl with red curly locks sat on her chair combing her hair. The faint humming sound of television was heard from the opposite side of the room.

"... have found the diaries of three people. One went by the name Daisy; the others are Shun and Alice. The diaries are said to be a little more than three hundred years old, coming from the 1700. Apparently Miss Alice was burnt at a cross, being accused of witchcraft. The man Shun was her husband and wrote down the painful events. The love story was recorded as well. Miss Alice was apparently a friend of ballet dancers Runo and Julie, who ran off with, surprisingly, Shun's friends." Reporter Ace took the diary from Reporter Mira and showed it to the screen before handing it back to her, and Mira handed it back to the French woman who displayed it first. "The diary contained more things, as well: they have even found a suicide letter tucked neatly in the diary... of course the-"

By this time, the girl had gotten tired of the news and shut off the TV. She wasn't even listening.

The girl put on white strappy heels, matching her white sundress. She was going out shopping with her best friends, Runo and Julie. She needed some fresh air: all flowers needed fresh air, not that she considered herself beautiful. She went to her closet and took out her black Prada bag and slipped in her cell-phone and wallet, she was going to be spending a lot. Besides, her mother wouldn't mind. They were fairly wealthy and well-to-do.

She walked all the way to the mall. Her friends were going to meet her at the entrance.

"ALICE!" Runo, the blue-haired girl, squealed running over to greet her friend, and hugged her.

"Hi guys, what's up?" she said.

"So did you see the news?" Julie demanded.

"Got tired of it halfway."

"Oh. Well, I almost forgot that you hated this sort of stuff... anyway, I was watching it and they found like a portrait of some girl and the diary of her lover that lived hundreds of years ago and well... And she had friends that shared our names. Isn't that odd?"

"And she looked just like you! The portraits of her, I mean," Runo commented.

"Yeah I think I heard that somewhere." Alice laughed. "So you think I'm like some reincarnated form of her or something?" she added half jokingly.

"Nooooo," said Julie, but she didn't sound so sure.

"Aren't we supposed to be shopping?" Runo said.

"Oh yeah~ Let's go, girls!" Forgetting about everything else, Julie dragged them toward the nearest clothes store in the mall.

Hours later, the girls came out with different bags full of different types of clothes.

Not wanting to hear Julie gush about her clothes, Alice quickly made an excuse and went home. Her friends waved her goodbye.

The sun was setting. The sunset was beautiful - reminiscent of the one years ago in France, in the Opéra. Alice had been taken to see the dancers when she was young, and felt a kinship toward them, although she didn't know why. She now walked down the path that would lead her to her home. Her home - it was like a cottage, a beautiful one. Trees grew along the path that ran across the front, and there was a park nearby. Yes, a beautiful scenery. But today, all of it was wasted on Alice, who would have been perspective if wonderments had not been weighing her down. She kept on trudging along the trail.

As she mulled over the happenings in the news, she gazed absently around her.

A boy with raven hair was walking his bike in the opposite direction she was going. Alice glanced up and stopped, studying him. He seemed cold and yet beautiful, and he, too, seemed familiar to her: familiar to her in the way that the danseuses at the Opéra were. But there was something else. A burning passion, a longing desire, a desperate wish. It leapt and clawed at her mouth, threatening to jump out.

Was it love? How could that be? She knew him not.

Then, he passed her and their eyes met for a second.

Alice choked on her own breath, emitting something that was a cross between a cough and a gasp. A memory seemed to seep out.

She couldn't tear her eyes away from him.

And then they came rushing to her, clear as day. The feelings. That heartache. That intoxication. Alice didn't understand them all, but she thought - she knew - that it was him. It had to be him. Then there were the physical feelings - and Alice could feel the chill of the night again, beating against her skin, the rustle of the leaves, the white glint of the demons' teeth against the night.

There was the warmth of a house, not her current one, the reassuring kicks of a baby in her belly, and the lingering taste of carrots on her tongue.

The cycle continued, passing by her skin all in one second, and suddenly there was a peculiar burning sensation that crawled across her skin, the cackle of fire, the feel of fury. Smoke tinged the air - but wasn't the sky clear? Wasn't the sun setting? Rain broke out - No, this was her memory - the helpless, painful realization of futility...

And she

couldn't

breathe.

Alice ran into her house, flinging the door wide open, and hurriedly switched on the T.V.

''... and here is the picture of the girl," said Reporter Ace, to which Reporter Mira handed a picture of the portrait.

Alice gasped, dropping the bags. A strangled cry came out of her mouth.

"That's... that's..." She needed no clarification. For she knew, in her heart of hearts, that it was really, absolutely, positively, undeniably her. And she could do nothing about it.

So that was why. So that was how. All of those weird, strange feelings - they all came from her past life.

"That's... me," she murmured in wonderment.

"Yes," came the reply.

She whirled around. Without thinking, she forced open her dry lips and whispered, "Shun...?"

In all of the excitement, Shun had hurried in after Alice after they saw each other.

"Alice... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you."

"I forgive you," she said, laughing.

"Long live Alice," Shun whispered, burying his nose in her hair.

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Me: DA END MWAHAHA Thanks to everyone that reviewed may Buddha be with you.