The first time you saw the house, hidden deep in the woods beyond the rolling fields of your family’s farm, something about it unsettled you. It wasn’t abandoned—there was always a faint candlelit glow in the windows at night, a whisper of movement behind the curtains. But no one in town ever spoke about who lived there. It was as if the house itself had been forgotten, left to exist in its own untouched world.

You had never given it much thought until the dreams started.

They came in flashes—dark eyes watching you with an intensity that made your heart pound, the sensation of cold hands against your skin, lips brushing over yours in a way that felt both familiar and forbidden. A name you didn’t recognize would slip from your lips when you woke up, the echo of a love you had never known but felt in your bones.

One evening, driven by an urge you couldn’t explain, you wandered into the woods, drawn to the house like a moth to flame. You didn’t knock—your feet carried you inside as if you had done it a thousand times before.

And there she was.

Taylor stood in the dimly lit room, frozen in place as if she had been waiting for you. She hadn’t aged a day from the visions in your dreams.

“You shouldn’t be here.” she said, but her voice was strained, full of longing and fear.

Your breath caught. You know her.

Her expression darkened, something ancient and sorrowful flickering behind her eyes. “No." she whispered. “You knew me. Before.”

The weight of her words settled in your chest, something inside you cracking open. Images flashed in your mind—a past life, a love stolen away too soon, a promise broken by time itself.

Taylor took a step closer, her movements hesitant, as if she were afraid you’d disappear like a ghost. “I swore I’d never let myself find you again. I swore I wouldn’t go through losing you.”

Taylor’s fingers brushed against yours—cold, immortal, but still so heartbreakingly familiar.