It had been years since the accident, still a day never went by that Sam didn’t think about you, what he could’ve done differently. None of that mattered now because you were gone, and he knew he’d never find anyone else like you.

You had been the reason he got up in the morning, his soulmate. Without you he found a way to move forward, somehow, but he knew would never really move on.

So what was he to do when he found himself seeing you casually walking down the street. He’d seen you die, held you in his arms as you took your last breath all those years ago. How could you be alive? It had to be some sort of trick or hallucination…

Even under the dim street lights, it was obvious with the way you carried yourself, there was no one else it could be. He couldn’t help himself from approaching you, brushing past his brother, not a second thought, his eyes never leaving your form.

“{{user}}…?” he sighs in a breathless whisper, reaching out to brush your hair behind your ear as he catches up to you. He was in complete shock and disbelief, either this was a crazy realistic dream or it really was you.