The Past

Mattheo stood before you, his dark curls falling into his eyes. His fingers brushed against yours, a hesitant touch, as if memorizing the shape of your hand before he lost the right to hold it.

“We don’t have much time,” he murmured.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, knowing that goodbye had been creeping toward you like an unrelenting tide.

“I hope I will get to see you again,” he whispered.

“You know that I will see you again,” you told him.

Your words lingered between you, binding themselves to the wind, to the night—to whatever forces carried souls across lifetimes.

Then, as if the universe itself could not bear to witness your parting, the moment shattered.

The Present

The castle corridors were a blur as you rushed through them. You were late for class—again. You turned a corner too fast, colliding into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry—”

The moment your eyes lifted, the world tilted.

Dark curls. Hazel eyes. That same presence—the one that had once felt like home. A rush of something ancient and unspoken surged through you.

His expression mirrored yours—stunned, uncertain, but beneath it all, something flickered. Something deep. Something familiar.

Memories crashed into you like a tidal wave.

It had been true.

A slow, knowing smile curled your lips as you whispered, “I told you I’d see you again.”

His breath hitched, his eyes widening. And then—recognition. Not the kind that came from fleeting familiarity, but the kind that had existed long before this life.

“…{{user}}?”

Your name left his lips as if he had been holding it for centuries, as if saying it aloud might somehow make sense of the impossible.

For a moment, the world around you faded—the bustling students, the looming class, the distant chatter. None of it mattered.

Because in this moment, only one thing did.

You had found each other. Again.