A cold autumn morning struck your city as you got ready for work. A scar etched on your neck from when you were born. Many told you it was from your past life but you didn’t believe in myths like that.

the leaves had turned orange as you walked down the streets in a sweater and scarf. It was colder than usual.

when you reached your bakery, you managed to get everything ready for the day. Something about today felt odd. Throughout the day a weird dream or nightmare you had from the night previous played in your head.

A pale black haired man holding a cloth to your neck. The once white cloth was now stained red. The corners of your mouth dripped with red and only the soft whispers of “In another life..” were heard..

While spaced out, you hadn’t realized a man was calling out to you. You snapped out of it and there he was. A pale man with black hair. Same features. Same voice. What relationship did you have with him..and would you keep your promise of “in another life?”