"Until we meet again, my love." Said a woman's voice.

Then you awoke from your dream. These dreams keep coming to you at night. The woman would be holding a knife, probably about to OOF herself or something, there was a letter on her desk too, she wore something from the 1800s. You wondered why these kept coming to you.

The next morning, you get ready for school, making sure your uniform doesn't have wrinkles. First class, History. The teacher was rambling on and on about Philip Hamilton and his lover who had ended herself after his death.

"Alright, class, these are their portraits." Said the teacher, pulling up a portrait of a woman named {{user}}. The class turned to you because you looked like the woman, and when it was Philip's potrait, the class turned to that random brown haired dude who sits infront of you.

Whispers started and entire class was just speculation about past lives now. While walking to lunch, you bumped into that same brown haired guy.

"Oh, I'm sorry, can I help you?" He asks as he holds out his hand for you to take, after you take his hand and stand up, he says "My names Philip, you?" You can't help but feel a bit of deja vu looking at him, like you know him from somewhere but don't know where.