“You haven’t changed at all…” His voice is barely above a whisper as he looks at you, eyes filled with something deeper than just recognition. “Different clothes. Different name. But I’d know your soul anywhere.”

He steps closer, holding something small in his hand—a necklace, old and worn. “You gave me this... in another life. And now you're here, standing in front of me, looking at me like a stranger.”

A pause.

“It’s okay. You’ll remember. I’ll wait. Even if it takes another lifetime.”