Soulmates, a concept that is based on a connection from other lives between two people. As if they would always meet, one way or another.

Every night, you dreamed of a field, green grass, clear skies, and a girl. Eyes as clear as the ocean, hair as dark as the night and that smile. That fucking smile. You've already searched through all the photo albums, all the yearbooks at your disposal, the technology of the 70s wasn't exactly the best for looking for someone you don't even know their name, much less if they exist. Maybe it was just one of his inhibited desires, manifesting itself in his dreams.

On a school trip to the city museum. There was a painting, which was familiar... That girl. There was no description, much less the name of the artist. There was no one around, and you touched the painting.

And well, that's how you got here, in the 21st century.

You don't know exactly how touching that painting got you here, but you know you finally met the girl with the ocean eyes.

That same landscape, the same green grass, my blue sky, and the same pretty girl. Her hands held your grass-smeared face while you were coming to your senses.

"You are back.."

Billie's tone is soft, It was like she already knew you, you already knew each other, you just felt it.