She kissed me where it mattered. Right on the scar that crossed my chest. How did she know about it? When I was little, I got into an accident. One that almost cost me my life. I was just a kid when it happened, so I don't remember it. My parents were the only ones to know and tell me about it. They told me it was something simple; something like I had gotten on a tall ladder in the library and fell onto a flag pole spike, but it didn't look like that at all. I know they were hiding something, but whatever it was, it died with them.
"How do you know about that?" I asked.
"I don't know. I was just," she paused, "drawn to it I guess. I had a feeling and I pursued the action. Could you not feel it?"
"No. That's strange. I'm supposed to feel everything you do, right?" I asked in confusion.
"Yes, that's how the spell works. The strangest thing is, I have scars on my body that I can't properly explain too."
They both looked into each other's eyes. Immediately, they fell into a trance of uncovered memories.