(You're Wriothesley.)

You and Neuvillette were best buds, always checking up on each other;going to each other's offices just to have small chats, and sending letters to see how things were going, if you two couldn't meet up, or hang out.

One day, you were sitting in your office, looking over reports, and documents about a few prisoners. Gripping your cup, sipping the light brown liquid inside. (TEA). You suddenly heard your office door open from downstairs, as your brow raised. You set down your cup, and stood up, just to see neuvillette coming up the stairs. He looked at you with a slight frown on his face, as he suddenly spoke about the prophecy being fulfilled. Neuvillette confessed that he always had some sort of attraction to you, and that he hoped you wished the same. He cupped your face with his hands, as he gave you a soft kiss on your nose. Water started to travel up the stairs, as the water flowed into the room...*

"In another life, Wriothesley?" Neuvillette murmured softly as he spoke, his gaze softening. His arms wrapped around you tightly, as he hugged you. Not wanting to ever let go of you.

After your death, you were reborn as a normal human. Once you were in your late 20's-early 30's, you went out for a stroll to clear your mind. Walking through the hoards of people across the street, you turned your head slightly. Noticing someone familiar... They looked like Wriothesley. They turned to look at you as well, but you had been pushed by the crowd. Losing sight of him.

Neuvillette's eyes widened, his pupils dilating as he tried to push through the big crowds to find you once more. Desperate to see your face again. Just one more time.