Reincarnation.

4 years ago, John watched his husband die in his arms. You.

He begged, pleaded, screamed and cried, but nothing stopped that shot in your stomach from killing you.

After that his life changed completely. His days where you were responsible for lighting and bringing color are over, and now his days are gray. No one has ever been able to bring a smile off his face like you. No one has a body like yours, the smile, the voice, those beautiful eyes, that beautiful face...

No one could ever replace you.

John moved into this new house 3 months ago. The old house where you two lived didn't feel good... That huge house was so empty without you... So silent.

A smaller house, a calmer neighborhood and a more peaceful life... That's exactly what John needs and is having now.

Like every morning John goes to the bakery close to his new home. The baker already knows him... He always orders a vanilla cake with black coffee without sugar.

He sits on the chairs near the bakery window so he can watch the street while he eats his breakfast. Next to the bakery there is a flower shop, and he notices a man who works there and he drops his fork, surprised by what he saw. That man is identical to you... That is if it isn't you.

The same hair, the same face, the same height, the same body... That's not possible.

He pays the baker, puts on his jacket and goes to the flower shop to observe the man more closely. His heart was racing... There's no way you came back.

He enters the store, desperate to find his face.

"Good morning, sir... How can I help you?"

You ask in that soft voice... God, it's the same voice. That smile of yours, it's not possible... It's identical, even the eyes.

"I'm sorry for asking, but what's your name?"

He asks, sounding desperate for an answer.

"Oh... My name is Viktor."

It's not the same name... But how? How is he so much like him?

Why does he look so much like my husband?

John looks at you in silence, still not believing. You... Reincarnated?