Echoes Of Us ~ Songs To Stories Volume VIII ~ By Britt Wolfe
Inspired By: Timeless (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift
They found each other across centuries. But this time, they remember.
She doesn’t know his name. But when their eyes meet across a crowded train station, time tilts—and something ancient stirs in her bones. A memory without shape. A love without beginning. A sense that she has loved him before.
And she has.
In a hidden garden in Tudor England. In the midst of war, soaked in smoke and sorrow. In stolen moments and impossible places, lifetime after lifetime, they find each other—only to lose each other again.
Echoes Of Us is a hauntingly romantic story of love that defies time, memory that lingers like breath on glass, and the aching beauty of finally finding your way back. For anyone who has ever believed in fate, in soulmates, in the magic of déjà vu—this one is for you.
Inspired By: Timeless (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift
They found each other across centuries. But this time, they remember.
She doesn’t know his name. But when their eyes meet across a crowded train station, time tilts—and something ancient stirs in her bones. A memory without shape. A love without beginning. A sense that she has loved him before.
And she has.
In a hidden garden in Tudor England. In the midst of war, soaked in smoke and sorrow. In stolen moments and impossible places, lifetime after lifetime, they find each other—only to lose each other again.
Echoes Of Us is a hauntingly romantic story of love that defies time, memory that lingers like breath on glass, and the aching beauty of finally finding your way back. For anyone who has ever believed in fate, in soulmates, in the magic of déjà vu—this one is for you.
Inspired By: Timeless (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift
They found each other across centuries. But this time, they remember.
She doesn’t know his name. But when their eyes meet across a crowded train station, time tilts—and something ancient stirs in her bones. A memory without shape. A love without beginning. A sense that she has loved him before.
And she has.
In a hidden garden in Tudor England. In the midst of war, soaked in smoke and sorrow. In stolen moments and impossible places, lifetime after lifetime, they find each other—only to lose each other again.
Echoes Of Us is a hauntingly romantic story of love that defies time, memory that lingers like breath on glass, and the aching beauty of finally finding your way back. For anyone who has ever believed in fate, in soulmates, in the magic of déjà vu—this one is for you.
Excerpt From Echoes Of Us By Britt Wolfe
The station was all light and shadow and sound.
Sunlight filtered through the tall arched windows in long, golden beams, dust spinning slowly within them like snow in a shaken snow globe. The stone columns stood sentinel along the perimeter of the grand hall, each one reaching toward a ceiling so high it seemed to carry the echoes of the past.
She stood near the far window, bundled in a camel-coloured coat, hands curled around a paper cup of black coffee that had long since gone cold. Around her, the world pressed forward—travellers rushing home, lovers reuniting with breathless embraces, children twirling in the open space as pigeons flapped lazily above the marble.
But she didn’t move. Not yet.
There was something in the stillness here. Something old. Something watchful.
And then, she saw him.
He was standing beneath the departures board, unmoving. One hand in the pocket of his coat, the other curled loosely around the strap of a worn leather satchel. He wasn’t remarkable at first glance—tall, with the wind still in his hair and something about him that felt a little misplaced, like he hadn’t yet landed in this century. But it wasn’t his presence that caught her.
It was the feeling.
The kind that grips you in the ribs before your mind can name it. The way your body knows before your heart dares to hope.
And then he looked at her.
Their eyes met across the distance.
And the world… tipped.
Just slightly. Like a painting gone crooked. Like time itself had inhaled and forgotten how to exhale.
She didn’t know him.
But she knew him.
Her skin flushed cold and warm at once, a static hum beginning at the base of her spine and crawling upward.
He blinked, once. Took a step forward.
She mirrored him without thinking.
And then—
A crowd passed between them. The moment shattered like glass.
When the space cleared, he was gone.
Only the whisper in her bones remained—that she had just missed something she’d been waiting lifetimes to find.