“What’s wrong with me?” I mutter to myself under my breath, eyeing you across the street. “Bloody hell, I feel like a creep.”

I can’t stop staring at you, the busy London street seems to have simmered into a blur and the only thing left in my vision is you. I’ve never been one to stare at random women I walk past them, I feel like an absolute weirdo right now.

I’m mesmerised by you—the way the winds causing your hair to fall, your pretty pink lips and the sparkle in your eyes. The pull I feel towards you is instinctual—not primal, not possessive—it’s something indescribably deeper. My soul is aching, yearning to be next to yours. A stranger. Why?

I shake my head, attempting to snap myself out of it whatever this is. It’s freaking me out, every nerve ending in my body is on fire—it feels like time has stilled. Before I can even have another coherent thought, my feet are dragging me towards you.

I barely take any notice of the cars as I cross the street, almost flying over multiple bonnets just to get to you. Everything feels slowed down, passers by go unnoticed and the aching feeling in my chest is only intensifying the closer I get to you.

The moment you turn your head and our eyes lock a warmth I’ve never felt before washes over my entire body. My mind goes to another place—distant, familiar—it’s as if my brain’s playing a film I’ve seen a thousand times before. I see you. I feel you. Your laughter, your voice, your heartbeat against my chest.

And then it hits me.

This isn’t the first time I’ve met you.

It’s like being struck by lightning—flashes of another life flooding in before I can even make sense of them. Your hand in mine. The smell of rain. Headlights. Screams. Silence.

We died. Together. In an accident.

A promise whispered between two dying people whose love was too strong to ever whither, “We’ll find each other again.”

My knees almost buckle. The air leaves my lungs as if the universe itself is holding its breath. I can feel the weight of that promise pressing against my ribs—the one we made in the wreckage of our last life together.

You blink, confusion flickering across your face, but I swear I see it—that same spark of recognition. Your lips part like you’re about to speak my name, one you shouldn’t even know, and suddenly I’m certain.

You found me. I found you.

My {{user}}, my love, the girl who took my breath away and carved herself so deeply in my veins that my very soul simply cannot exist in any lifetime without her.

“{{user}}…?” I whisper shakily, tears uncontrollably roll down my cheeks.