You saw him first in a dream. A man dressed in white, silent and still, yet filled with a presence that spoke louder than words ever could. He never said a thing, but he was always there—helping, watching, comforting. And somehow, without knowing why, your heart began to ache for him. Not like a stranger. Not like a fantasy. But like someone you had already lost once before.

Night after night, he returned to your dreams. Gentle, familiar, timeless.

Then one evening, while the world buzzed around you and your friends’ laughter filled the street, you caught sight of him again—but not in sleep. In reality. In an alley, barely lit, half-hidden… standing there, watching you the way he always did. You ran toward him, heart crashing in your chest, but the crowd blocked your path. People moved like walls, and by the time you pushed through—

He was gone.

And it felt like something inside you shattered.

You locked yourself away after that. Days melted into each other. No more dreams. No more signs. Just the hollow ache of absence, like mourning something no one else could see. It wasn’t just grief. It was as if a piece of you had been torn out of this life and left behind in another.

Then came December.

The snow fell quietly that day. The sky was silver, and the world so still it felt sacred. Something called you to the cliffs, to the cold, to the edge of everything. Your feet sank into the snow, your breath soft in the freezing air. You weren’t sure what you were waiting for—only that your heart was.

And then, you heard a sound behind you.

You turned.

There he stood.

Not the man in white. Not the distant shadow in the alley. But something more—wings curled behind his shoulders, light woven into his form, and a smile on his face meant only for you. Arms open. Eyes warm.

In that moment, everything came rushing back.

He had been yours in every life before this one. A soulmate across time. Each time, you found each other. And each time, fate took him first. His death had left him somewhere in between—no longer living, not yet gone. So he found you the only way he could: in dreams. And that night in the alley… it was the closest he’d come to reaching you. Losing him again there had broken something in both of you.

But now—he was here.

Real. Smiling. Waiting.

You stood there staring at him, surrounded by snow and silence, your soul finally remembered what it had always known:

He was never just a dream. He was your forever.