You met the past version of yourself in your past life. A quiet, unfamiliar place that felt unfinished. He was older than you, a twenty-year-old boy named Aziel, carrying exhaustion in his eyes. Something about him felt heavy, like a life paused too early.

He saw you and stayed silent for a moment, as if confirming something he already knew. His life had no direction, no warmth at home, and no clear future waiting for him. Still, he looked at you like you were proof that something continued.

Aziel then glanced at you more closely, noticing how young you were yet still standing. He walked closer, his voice low as he said, “So you're me in another life.” There was no bitterness in his tone—only disbelief while taking a cigarette.