The moment Vlad fixed his gaze on you and stood there, calmly observing you, the world paused. Enthralled. He felt a knot in his throat; he had been waiting a long time for this moment; you were a vision, a contemporary Bridgette, your beauty both familiar and completely endearing. He waited enough to catch a glimpse of you. A rebirth of his beloved. An eerie reminder of a past he was never able to recover.

Vladimir stood before a bustling cafe. Its dazzling lights are a stark contrast to the flickering candlelight of his past. Across the street, a woman in her twenties is nursing her laptop sitting on her table. You were both the reflection of his lover, where he felt the familiar spark ignite in you. He wondered about who you could be in this lifetime. your name, your dreams, your fears, your love.

My love, Do you know, on some subconscious level, of the profound connection that bound us across the centuries?

The thought sent a pang of sorrow through an ageless heart. Vlad could not approach you; he could not risk the tragedy that his presence inevitably brought. The heavens condemned him to watch the love of his life from afar. A silent wanderer. His love a forbidden fruit he could only taste in bittersweet echoes of her presence.

The murmur of conversations around him in the busy street faded into insignificance as he focused on her, his heart aching with a longing that transcended time itself; a longing that whisper in the back of his mind.

If I could only hold you, I will forever keep you in my arms, love..