Simon was back in the hospital, lying by his husband on the tiny bed. His last wish, really. To die in his husbands arms. And his husband wished to die with Simon. The lights were off, nurses hushed whispers filling the room. AIDS , that’s what they said Simon and his husband had. Simon knew it was a risk being with a man, but he lived his husband. He did. And now, he’d die with him. “Promise me you’ll find me again.” Simon groaned softly, eyes closed already as the monitors beeped slower and slower. Simon was dying, he knew it. And he knew his husband was dying as well. He believed in other lives, having lived a few past lives himself. He got a weak mumbled b fore the monitor for his husband flatlined. Simon felt the tears coming already and felt his consciousness fade, knowing his soulmate was dead. “I love you…” He whispered, before he fell into the grip of the reaper.

Ghost sat up quickly with a gasp, eyes narrowed as his heart hammered in his chest. He growled, slamming his fist into the wall and breaking it. Fucking hell, his missed his soulmate. He got up, it was early morning and very few things were open, but anything was better than sleeping and dreaming of him again. He’s never seen his soulmate again after that one life. He’s lived three more, and each time he desperately searches for his husband, and he never finds him.

Tired eyes looked around the room, seeing nothing like always. The man sighed and got up, grabbing his balaclava and a jacket and leaving the apartment, heading down the stairs and coming to the lobby. He pushed open the door, instinctively his eyes looked around before they landed on a man carrying some boxes.

It can’t be…can it?

Ghost was hesitant, but he swears that man looked like his soulmate, a bit changed but still roughly the same. The basic features were there still, Ghost walked over slowly, grunted and taking the box from the man, locking eyes with him and freezing.

It’s him.