Silent Echo - Part 1 “My name is Connor. If you are reading this, then you know who I am, is not me.” (2 months earlier.) Connor held a camera in his hand. He was filming his two best friends, Charlie and Taylor.
Silent Echo - Part 1 

“My name is Connor. If you are reading this, then you know who I am, is not me.” 

(2 months earlier.) 

Connor held a camera in his hand. He was filming his two best friends, Charlie and Taylor. 
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“My name is Connor. If you are reading this, then you know who I am, is not me.”

Silent Echo - Part 1 “My name is Connor. If you are reading this, then you know who I am, is not me.” (2 months earlier.) Connor held a camera in his hand. He was filming his two best friends, Charlie and Taylor.

They were doing a film project for their film class assignment, which was documenting a supernatural belief. The belief they chose was past lives. Lucky for them, that was all their professor wanted for the final class exam. They were in the campus library and he was filming Taylor sitting in a chair at the table. She was reading or maybe pretending to read the book in her hands.

“Past lives, take two.” Connor said, letting her know he started filming. Charlie took it upon himself to stand beside Connor out of the camera view once he realized he was indeed filming.

“I’ve been here before,” Taylor started to say, “reading this story in a library. I’m sure I have. It all seems familiar.” She closed the book and focused her eyes on the camera. “At least, that’s what it feels like when we experience the sudden on rush of déjà vu. Is that feeling the faded memory of a dream? Or something real? Some even say it’s the brain experiencing a mild seizer…”

This was appalling news to Charlie. His response came in a low whisper. “Seizers?” “But you know what I believe?” Taylor’s expression became dead serious. “I believe they’re the memories of our past lives.” Connor ended the recording with a smile. “That was perfect, Tay. That’s going to be our intro.”

Her serious face faded, allowing herself to smile as well. “Great! I knew this was the best shot for the lines.” Even though the fake seriousness of the filming was over, Charlie was still at unease from the seizer fact. “Um. Tay.” She was then standing up from the chair and meeting him half way. “What’s up?”

“You weren’t serious about that seizer part… were you? Honestly. I have at least 2 déjà vu’s a day and I don’t ever feel like I’m having a seizer.” She was concerned. “Charlie, I think you should see a doctor.” He looked generally uneased.

While they were talking, Connor was focusing on the playback of the film he just shot. It really was great. Taylor captured the air of the lines and owned the environment around her. Using the book was a good move on her part as well.

'It really was great, Tina.'

Connor jumped in place as a rush of familiarization consumed him. He heard a voice clear as day. Almost as if it came from his mind. Was it just him absent mindlessly thinking?

“Connor, you okay?” Taylor asked him. She had noticed he froze in place. Shaking his head, he snapped back to reality and half smiled. “I’m good. This footage just had me thinking… The next segment should be about where we’ve felt déjà vu before.”

Charlie scoffed. “You mean my supposable seizers? Okay. I’ve had them everywhere.” That doesn’t narrow it down at all. “The most recent one for you then, Charlie…”

Taylor took the time to check her phone for the time. It made her get in a hurry to gather her things and put them in her school bag. “I have to get home. We’ll do that segment tomorrow, Connor!”

Connor nodded. He knew the reason why she was leaving in such a rush. She wanted to get home to study for an exam in her biology class. Her professor was a tough one. Hard grader and no sympathy for the ones that tried but still failed.

'Crying. I always find her crying alone.'

Connor heard it again. The mysterious voice in his head. He was spacing out and could feel his heart pounding harder. He wondered if he was okay. It was getting late, maybe they were working on the documentary too long. Connor felt a breeze of air pass by him quickly.

He brought his sight back to what was in front of him and noticed that Charlie’s girlfriend, Grace, must had ran passed him quickly to Charlie. They were holding each other happily.

“Baby! What are you doing here?” Charlie asked. He was glad to see her. “Uh, cram week, babe. Everyone is either killing themselves in the library or their professor’s office pleading for help.” She made him laugh. “True. You’re not pushing yourself too hard, are you?”

She shook her head and showed him a reassuring look. “I couldn’t even if I wanted too.” She pointed her friend out, who happened to be silently standing some ways behind Connor. Connor turned around to look at the woman. She seemed put off for some reason and waited with arms folded. “Kyra wouldn’t let me spend more than an hour studying before taking a break.”

Charlie was grateful and expressed that to Kyra with a smile and wave, but she remained in a disdained mood, not acknowledging him back. Charlie’s smile wavered. “I don’t think she likes me…”

He felt Grace shake a little in his arms. She broke away just before he could really feel her uncomfortableness. She played it off with a playful hit on his shoulder and kissed him on the lips. “Does it matter?” He felt curious about her actions and the way she seemed slightly nervous, but decided to ignore it. “Not at all.”

Grace noticed that Kyra started to walk away. “I’ll catch up with you later, babe.” Both Connor and Charlie watched her run after Kyra. “That was odd,” Connor said.

“Blame it on the finals cram week!” Charlie upbeat tossed it up to. “It messes with people.” “Shouldn’t it be messing with you, too? One of your final exams is actually this week, right?” Charlie visibly deflated as Connor’s reminder settled in the worse feeling of fear. “Isn’t it your math exam?”

Faster than a dog sprinting, Charlie ran with great haste. “Don’t call me I’ll be studying for the rest of the day!”

Connor chuckled. Finals week. It really does mess with people. Connor felt confident about his upcoming exams, so he was escaping the haze that finals week had on students. He just hoped that his friends would be okay on theirs.

It was the final semester for them. The plan was to graduate together and take a year break from the serious life and just travel the world.

He really wanted that to happen.

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