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LIBBY
“Log two-hundred-twelve of my research in exploring my fated mates theory. The book titled Secrets and Sudden Fates did not in fact reveal anything substantial. This scientist believes that it was made more to sell copies than give an actual account of a true story of mates.”
I click off the recorder and groan as I glance at the clock.
It’s so late that it’s technically morning, but I don’t care. I feel like I’m finally getting close to a breakthrough. Or maybe I’m just sleep-deprived. It could be that.
I’ve started staying late at the lab ever since I met Hyx, continuing my research in more or less secret. Secret because I don’t want him to freak out.
Things have been great these past few weeks, but not enough for him to know I’m obsessing over fated mates. Especially since I still hold the strong theory that he’s mine.
Yeah, that’s not really ‘new relationship’ kind of talk. Best to keep that to myself for now.
For a while, I’d been content to put my research on the back burner and focus on ‘normal science.’ This news had been received very well by my fellow scientists in the lab. And a bit of smugness at my putting it aside, much to my ire.
But the more time I spend with Hyx, the more I’m convinced that there’s something more between us.
Little things here and there that began to add up. Guessing little quirks of his I have no way of knowing and yet am always right about. The way his sharp laughter is so familiar. Even the way he likes to eat his food is so familiar it’s both comforting and infuriating.
And I wouldn’t be a very good scientist if I just let something like that go unanswered. Who cares if it’s not “normal science?” If we all just practiced “normal science” we’d never discover anything new!
So, I go back to researching what I had wanted to in the first place. The theory of fated mates. This time, though, I don’t let my co-workers know. Better to work under the radar on this one.
I decide to start fresh on my approach to this theory, maybe see an obvious point I could have missed. What if the physiological response to a fated mate’s presence is part of our biology somewhere deep down?
I already have a few theories, but lately, I’ve been fixating on the question of whether alternate or past lives could exist. And if they do exist, if the presence of someone from a past life could create the sensation felt when meeting a fated mate.
Theory one is that we are able to perceive and sense alternate lives from different dimensions. And we, in turn, form a connection with someone we are in love with in that alternate life.
The plus of this theory is that the study of alternative dimensions is somehow more accepted than past lives to scientists. There’s likely to be less teasing involved.
The con is simply a logical one. The theory of multiple dimensions implies an infinite number of possible lives. This means that surely you wouldn’t be connected to just one person throughout them all.
My second theory is that telepathic connections are possible to make with people. Some, though not many, in the scientific community already believe that telepathy is possible on some level. Like how people know when they feel like they’re being watched. Or déjà vu or high-success gamblers that don’t cheat to win. In this theory, we have simply evolved the telepathic ability to connect with someone.
What I like about this theory is that this would explain why not everyone would have a mate as not everyone could have evolved to this level.
On the negative side, the small community that believes in the possibility of telepathy typically doesn’t associate it with mates. Despite also being considered a pseudoscience, they will mock you for your theory, too.
And then of course my tried-and-true theory. Fated mates are people who have always been destined to be together. Not only that, but they’ve also lived out past lives together. They’re fated forever which is why they keep finding each other.
This theory, I like because many people have reconnected tales of having memories from their past lives. I have, too, though I don’t like saying too loudly. Which brings us to the con, which is that your co-workers think you’re crazy, and some of those tales are greatly exaggerated by people. This does not help you when you are trying to prove a point.
I groan as I sit back and study my theories. Technically, I should be proposing the first two. The last one has only ever given me grief over my career. And yet, I can’t help but feel it’s right.
There were so many moments when I was so sure I was remembering details of a past life. So many nights I saw the eyes of a man that I swear is Hyx even before I knew him. Dreams of dancing with him in a greenhouse, or walking beside him in the woods. Even dreams of nights on a cold shuttle, curled up against him for warmth.
They’d be so vivid sometimes that I almost felt like I was back there again. And I knew they’d happened.
It isn’t just my overactive imagination. I know it isn’t. And yet, I’m still too scared to admit my personal experience to anyone else, certain they’ll tell me I’m crazy. They’ll say I’m looking for things that aren’t there. I’m a scientist, after all. I know what confirmation bias is.
I’m too chicken to even admit it to Hyx, just in case he agrees with them.
I let out a long sigh and decide to call it a night. Or a morning, I suppose.
Over the next few days, I do what I can to test my theory, interviewing people who claim to have past life experiences. I ask them some standard questions, trying to verify their memories for authenticity.
But the big problem is that there aren’t many people who have met their fated mate, and even fewer who have admitted to having past life experiences.
