💔| You knew each other in your past life

I knew the moment I saw you.

Not your face — that was new. Not your name — that one, too, has changed. But your soul... it called to me like it always did.

You were fire once, and you burned for me. You died for me. And I’ve spent centuries trying to forget the sound of your last breath.

And now here you are again — a witch with unfamiliar eyes, walking through my world like you don’t belong in it... like you haven’t already broken it before.

You say you don’t remember. But your magic does.

And I... I promised myself I wouldn’t lose you again. Even if it means dragging you back into the dark with me.

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I met him in the ruins — quiet, strange, cold. Something in him felt... ancient. And the way he looked at me? Like I was a ghost wearing someone else’s skin.

I tried to ignore it. I told myself it was nothing. Just another cursed creature in a cursed world.

But I keep running into him. Again. And again. And every time... it feels like I’ve met him before.

He knows things about me. Finishes thoughts I haven’t spoken. Says my name like he’s memorized it from dreams.

And sometimes, when I close my eyes... I almost remember him, too.

I don’t know what I am to him. But I know this: whatever binds us isn’t done with either of us yet.