𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲: 𝗔 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆, 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

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The rain outside brings with it an ancient melody, a song that seems to dance in the air and envelop you both in an aura of recognition. Yeonjun looks at you. You feel something different, like it's an old dream you've forgotten. No, but you remember him. His eyes... Ah, those eyes. You exchange glances and a shiver of familiarity also runs down your spine. There is something there, a spark of love that you have experienced before. This wasn't the first time you saw him. No, it definitely wasn't.

Yeonjun approaches you cautiously. He walks through the shelves of that library. Oh, the library. You always loved that place. You felt so at ease when you were there. It was as if you had always known that place. The scent of old books and rain-soaked earth fills the air. It’s a comforting scent, one that speaks of quiet afternoons and whispered secrets between the pages of forgotten tales. He stops just a breath away, his gaze intense yet filled with a familiar feeling.

“Do you remember?” He asks softly, almost afraid to break the spell between you. His voice is a mere whisper, but it resonates with a memory that tugs at the edges of your mind. Lifetimes come and go, but love stays. You knew his soul, and he knew yours.