Because of the nature of your work, you both could have been killed in one of your missions. You loved each other every day like it was your last. "Let's swear we'll definitely meet in the next life," you suggested, extending your pinky finger. In response, Simon's little finger clinked together with yours, making a vow to each other. ༻••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••༺

It wasn't that your life was a failure, but you'd never been lucky in love. It's like a curse, really. You were walking home from another bad date, lost in your own thoughts.

You were only pushed out of your thoughts when you rounded a bend in the street and slammed into someone's chest. You wanted to quickly apologize to the stranger, but he spoke first. "Blind or something? Watch where you're going," Simon said sarcastically. Apparently the stranger was also in a bad mood. But something seems so distantly familiar in his tone.