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MidReal Story
Into Me
Scenario:I'm in love with a woman that I can't have. Even though the feelings are mutual and she loves me just as much as I love her. She has a family that she doesn't want to hurt. A partner that she's been with since she was sixteen. A daughter that she doesn't want to disappoint. I have a feeling that I've known her in another lifetime. I knew the first time out eyes locked into one another's my first day at work. She introduced herself as she was leaving and I was coming into work.
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Ethan
He is a man consumed by an intense and unrelatable longing for a woman he's unable to be with. He is introspective, determined, and yearning. Ethan feels an inexplicable connection with a woman he met on his first day of work, feeling like he knows her in a past life. Despite their mutual attraction, she remains unattainable due to family commitments and a longstanding relationship. This conflict haunts and fuels his emotions, leading to introspection and selfdoubt.
Lana
She is the woman who captivates Ethan with an inexplicable pastlife connection. She is mysterious, alluring, and reserved. Lana meets Ethan at work and leaves an indelible mark on his mind by feeling like a familiar presence he's never encountered before. Her family commitments prevent her from exploring a relationship with Ethan, leaving her relationship with another man complicated by their shared history and familial ties. This encounter profoundly affects Ethan, leaving him yearning for what could have been.
I knew her.
The first day I saw her, I knew her.
It was my first day of work, and she was leaving.
I came in as she was going out.
Our eyes met, and I felt it.
That jolt.
Like I’d known her before, even though I didn’t.
She smiled softly and introduced herself as she passed by me, going out the door I was coming in.
"Lana."
"Hi, Lana. Ethan," I said, shaking her hand.
She gave my a quick squeeze of her fingers before pulling away.
"Welcome to the company."
"Thanks."
Our eyes held for just a second longer.
Then she left, and I went in.
I didn’t think much of it at the time.
I had no idea what her story was or why that moment had felt so significant.
But as the days turned into weeks, and I saw her more often around the office, I realized that moment had been huge.
I felt like I knew her in a past life or something.
Like we’d been connected before, but I had no idea how or why.
I linger at my desk as the workday winds down.
Lana is three cubicles away, gathering her things.
I watch her, my heart pounding in my chest as I rehearse the words in my head.
She picks up her purse and walks toward the elevator.
I stand up, nearly knocking over my coffee mug.
"Hey," I call out softly.
She turns, adjusting the strap of her purse on her shoulder.
The fluorescent lights catch her wedding ring, and I swallow hard.
But I press on.
"I was thinking maybe we could grab a cup of coffee," I say, nodding toward the shop around the corner.
Her eyes widen slightly, and she glances at her phone before looking back at me.
"Sure," she says finally, but her fingers keep fidgeting with her ring.
"There's something I need to tell you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nod, trying to ignore the knot forming in my stomach.
"I think we knew each other before, Ethan," she continues, her eyes searching mine for understanding.
At a quiet corner table in the office café, her hands tremble as she reaches into her purse.
She pulls out a worn leather wallet, fumbling with its compartments while avoiding my gaze.
Our coffee sits untouched between us.
The fluorescent lights overhead flicker and hum, casting an artificial glow over the scene.
She extracts something, holding it close to her chest.
I lean forward, my elbows on the table, watching the emotions play across her face.
Finally, she slides it across the table, her finger lingering on its edge.
I pick it up, and my breath catches in my throat.
Two faces stare back at me – impossibly, undeniably us.
I lean forward, studying the sepia-toned photograph while my coffee cup grows cold in my hands.
The couple in the image wears clothing from what appears to be the 1940s, but their faces are unmistakably ours – down to the small scar above Lana's right eyebrow and my crooked smile.
My fingers trace the edges of the worn photograph, feeling the slight crease in its center.
I turn it over, searching for any clues, but there's nothing – no names, no dates, just a blank space that seems to hold secrets.
I look up at Lana, her eyes watching me intently.
The fluorescent lights catch her wedding ring, making it shine like a beacon.
She grips her own coffee cup tightly, though it remains untouched.
Her lips part as if she's about to speak, but no words come out.
The silence stretches between us like an unbridgeable gap.
Finally, I find my voice, though it comes out as a hoarse whisper.
"Where did you get this?"
I ask, my fingers still tracing the outline of our faces in the photograph. She reaches across the table, her fingers brushing against mine as she takes back the photograph.
Her touch sends a jolt through me, but I don't pull away.
She places it back in her wallet, her movements deliberate and slow.
"I found it," she says finally, her voice barely audible over the hum of the lights above us.
"In my grandmother's attic."
She pauses again before continuing.
"It was hidden away in an old trunk. I never knew what it was doing there or where it came from."
I nod slowly, trying to process this revelation.
"But... how is this possible?" she asks, her voice filled with confusion and disbelief.
"I don't know," I reply, shaking my head as if that could somehow make sense of it all.
"But it feels like a missing piece of something we can't remember," she says, her eyes searching mine for answers I don't have.
"Maybe we need to find out more about your grandmother's past," I suggest, feeling the weight of the mystery settle between us.