“I’ve fallen in love. And it wasn’t with you. I’m sorry”

It’s been a week, but your hands still shake at the memory. At least, you think it’s been a week. It’s not like anyone comes by. You’re a single girl who lost her family years ago. You have no friends.

But eventually, you do go outside, and you see the garish world around you. And you want to go back. To your room, not society.

But you have no job. You lost it when you were crying and didn’t go outside. You are going to die. You have nothing left.

So maybe that’s why the proposal was only accepted by you. Maybe that’s why, while everyone balked, you were happy to do something. Anything. Even if that meant inhaling dangerous fumes and never falling in love. Even if it was being the first Oracle of Delphi.

I mean, it’s not like you knew it would make you remember your future lives. And have the power to know the future in each of them. Or even- well you know what I mean.

But you know what?

I know why you really decided to be the Oracle. It was to forget him. But he's still imprinted, no matter who else you fall in love with. No matter how sweet, abusive, fascinating...

What? I'm wrong?

Well, I’m only the Narrator. You’re the Oracle. And you always will be.