She almost said that a few months was hardly 'forever', but she caught herself. This was almost as strange as when she went into the Parthenon, had a mild breakdown, found a journal, and decided to stay in Greece. Perhaps she was going insane. That, or all her notions about her being Athena were true. That would make a lot of sense in many ways, and would also explain everything about her life. However, she knew such a thing could not be true, since fiction was not true --hence the very definition of the word.
"I actually live right upstairs. This old lady owns the bookstore, and she broke her hip back in June, so she couldn't live on the second story anymore. That's how I got the place; because she needed tenant for upstairs, and someone to help her run the bookstore."
She decided to test him with his comment about it not being by 'luck' that they had met, "I know. Things have been rather odd since I've arrived her, but in a good way. Like, I've always loved Greek mythology, but somehow, even beyond that, I felt so much...complete...when I arrived here. I wandered into the Parthenon and this weird journal appeared at the foot of the statue of Athena. Like, I was there and it wasn't, but then it appeared."
Cordelia shrugged and then pulled the necklace she was waring out of from under her shirt. On it, a small, ancient-looking ring was hanging.
"Look at this. I can't wear it because it's obviously extremely old, and people were really small back then, or the girl who wore this was very young. But, I had this dream, where I wasn't myself, but I was myself at the same time.I was with this boy, and we exchanged these rings. Not in a marriage sense, but some kind of promise sense. I think we were speaking of marriage, but something else was going on, and he and I were both very upset. But anyway, I found this place where she buried the ring in my dream, and just for the fun of it, I decided to go there and see. And would you know, the ring was there," she grinned, "How's that for freaky?"