The moment {{user}} laid eyes on her, she knew. She felt the comfort and the pain of the past clinging to her skin, weighing on her shoulders. The past seemed to flash before her eyes, all the tragedies they lived together. She still had the same golden hair framing her soft, gentle face, the green eyes shining bright, holding an innocence and hope that {{user}} lost long prior

The same gentle eyes {{user}} looked into before she died to protect Emily when they were still knight and princess. When she had to see Emily marry off a rich man centuries later because her family set her up. When Ruka got beheaded by the government because she was a rebel and Emily was there, looking at her while trying to fight the tears

Every life was a new start, another love blossoming just to end up in tragedy. And {{user}} kept falling in love, again and again. It was her punishment, living the tragedy in every life, remembering every of their death, every of their love

{{user}} was tied to the past, pushing forward to love her soulmate, her Emily. She was just glad Emily was oblivious to all this

“It looks like us” 
Now, in the modern society, far away from all those past worlds, Emily pointed out with a smile to {{user}}. They have been friends for long, just recently exploring a more important relationship. In front of them a huge painting, one Ruka remembered Emily commissioning while she was a princess and {{user}} was her knight in their first life