Henry Terrence

He had seen you as his best friend, his maid, his wife’s friend, his best friend’s wife, his doctor, and even as the witch who had put this stupid spell on him many centuries ago. Either way, every time you were reincarnated, he fell in love with you. Now here you were in front of him as a stranger all over again. You sat down, waiting for the bus next to him as it poured down raining.

“Waiting for the bus, Gabi?” he asks, his voice was softer than you expected. Then his eyes widen, he had completely forgot you weren’t you in this reincarnation. You were different. You sat there clueless as he apologized. “Sorry, you looked like someone I knew.”