The older Alex started speaking first.
"This is the first time I have come here since the funeral, isn't it?" he asked. "I wish I could have come sooner. How have you been doing, master? Are you having fun in the afterlife? Or have you reincarnated already?"
"If you did, I hope you are born as the daughter of someone important like a king or an emperor so you never have to work a day in your life again," he said. "Although, I would love it if when I die, I can be your disciple once again in the next life."
"Do you want to hear how I've been living master? You would have probably worried that I was going to have a hard time, but I didn't," he said. "I have a beautiful wife and an even more beautiful daughter. I can only say that I've been blessed, master. I'm sure you would feel nothing but happiness seeing my life right now."
"And there would be nothing that would make me happier than to see you again," he said. Tears overflowed from his eyes, filling the cracks of his wrinkled skin as they flowed down his cheeks.
Alex patted the old man on his back, consoling him while letting him shed his tears. Unlike him, the old man had never had the chance to speak what he had in his heart for all these years.
The old man started talking about his life and how she had influenced it. He told her that he was a better person today because of her.
Alex nodded as well. He started talking about his own time away as well. It had been 3 decades since he had last come here and there were plenty of stories to tell her about those times.
He didn't have much in his heart that burdened him, unlike the old man, but talking to his master still made him feel relieved.
"It's not a lie when he says you've influenced our lives heavily, master," Alex spoke. "Did you know, every time I visit an auction house, I think about the time you took me to my first auction."
"When I practice Alchemy, I remember your teaching. When talking to strangers, it's your words that remind me to be wary of them, to not show my hands when I'm up against an enemy."
"Following your and master Wen Cheng's teaching has led me to a status far beyond either of you could've ever imagined," he said. "Do you believe it, master? I'm a king, now. King!"
"It's the greatest achievement anyone could have achieved," he said. "I only wished you were here to see that, master."
"Master!" the old man started screaming once more as he cried like he hadn't since his mother's funeral.
Alex couldn't help but tear up hearing the old man's screams as well. He looked up to not let the tears flow, but they fell down his face inevitably.
"Why aren't you here, master? Why did you have to die? Was it my fault?" the older Alex asked.
"I wish you were here, master," Alex said and silently cried as well.
Albeit the same person, the two of them were never similar to each other at all. However, for the first time in their life, they had cried together for the same reason.
They shed tears, one after another, and felt the same emotion at the same time. For the first time, they were closer to each other than they had ever been before.
For the first time since they existed as two, they were the same in mind and body. And thus, for the first time, their souls resonated as if the two Alex were truly just one.
Alex saw two visions at the same time, one clear, one blurry.
In the clear vision, he was looking at his clone who was knelt beside him with his master's grave in front of him.
In the blurry vision, he was looking directly at his master's grave in front of him. He was looking through his clone's eyes.
Then, he heard the man's thoughts, he felt the man's feelings, and soon, he started seeing his memories.
* * * * *
Alex looked around nervously while he stood next to a priest by himself. There was a space in front of him and beyond that were a few girls that stood wearing similar pink clothes.
He recognized one of the girls that stood on the other side. What was her name? Sarah, right? Why did he know that name?
Many people were staying in two groups. He saw his parents, uncle and aunt, and his cousin. Then he saw another older woman on the other side that he felt he was close with.
He heard cheers and turned in that direction to see a young Emily walk out in a white gown.
Was that a wedding dress? Of course, it was, what else could it be? It was his wedding after all.
'No, not mine,' Alex thought. He had been through such memories before where he nearly believe he was someone he wasn't. He hadn't died over 100 times in the volcano just to forget who he was seeing someone else's memories.
Still, that was not to say that it wasn't hard to dissociate himself from the memories. He decided to let it play out and soon he was sucked back into believing it was his memory.
Emily walked up to the altar and he smelled the sweet scent of rose from her clothes. Was that what he remembered from back then?
The next portion was a blur in his mind and all he remembered was the kiss and then the memory vanished.
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