In a city of millions, we were never supposed to meet. And yet… I keep seeing him.
First at a crowded bar—his gaze finding mine across the noise and lights, familiar in a way that shouldn’t be possible.
Then on a train, as the doors slid shut between us, his eyes locking with mine like he’d been searching for me all his life.
I see him everywhere. On street corners. In dreams. In memories that don’t belong to me.
Dreams of fire and war, of silk gowns and whispered vows, of storm-tossed shores and promises that never survived the dawn. Dreams of him.
We’ve loved and lost each other a dozen times across centuries. But this time—this life—feels different. This time, maybe we finally get to stay.
