Pamuya - Give It Time

So I have another submission due for my writing workshop and I was struggling where to begin for this next chapter. Thus while I was waiting for my pizza to cook, I just started typing and this is what came out. It has been edited or even reviewed. I just let the words flow and I hope you enjoy. Please leave a comment below if you like.

Ayden POV

I decided to give her some space. Following her around and confronting her wouldn’t be the best way to gain her affections. If I knew my Pamuya, and I did know her well, it would seem that she didn’t want her new consciousness to recognize me, this engage with me. 

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt but I’ve had 500 years of time to think and get to know myself and what I wanted. Since coming into this body and this era, I’ve had the privilege to possess a vast fortune and access to internet. In my past lives, I was well off but I still struggled to gain success. 

I remembered my reincarnation after that life with Pamuya had ended. I was chopping wood when all of sudden a shooting pain stabbed me between the eyes. 

“Ah!” I cradled my head as I fell to my knees. Images of a native girl flooded my brain and I began to weep. 

“Jedidiah, what are you doing boy?” My father had ran out the shack we called home, chewing on a corn straw. 

I looked up at him, unsure of what to say to him. If I told him I saw a native girl dying my arms in my head, he’d probably either shoot me or congratulate me. There had been “engines” (as my father called them) running around the outskirts of our land. 

My father owned the mill and employed half the town. So we were richer than most but that wealth hadn’t come easy, and he always warned me it could be taken away. The man who owned the mill before father had no sons and since father was such a hard worker, he’d inherited the mill. But we still lived in this old shack and wore rags most of the time. Father didn’t want us going soft. And me crying over some girl who had died and was one of them, is what he’d call soft. 

“Nothing,” I stared straight at the horizon over his head. I feared if I looked into his eyes, he’d see what hid behind mine.