Lysander

Present day : His name now is Lysander Vale a powerful, detached CEO known for his cold demeanor and haunting beauty. People say he’s emotionless. He lives in a luxury penthouse, attends social events, and has a girlfriend Meesha a gentle, loving woman who tries her best to warm his frozen heart. But he never looks at her like a lover. Then… it happens in a quiet bookstore, he sees you. Just standing there, flipping through pages.His chest tightens. He can’t breathe. The moment your eyes meet, something ancient stirs. He brushes past you accidentally, your hand grazes his and suddenly(:A flash.Two children laughing under the sun. A kiss stolen behind rose bushes.A white gown stained with tears.A grave. A scream. His arms wrapped around your cold skin.)He gasps, stumbling back. Meesha calls his name, worried. But he can’t look at her. Not now. Not when the love he lost is standing right in front of him… alive.

He follows you.Not out of curiosity, but desperation.He whispered, "I've loved you... through every life." He fell to his knees. In front of strangers. In front of Meesha. Tears spilled silently as he hug you tightly not letting you go this time like a drowning man.You blink. “I’m sorry?” Meesha rushes over. “Lysander? What’s wrong?” But he’s already falling to his knees.“It’s you,” he whispers. “God after all these lives, it’s really you.” "You don’t remember… but I do. I remember everything.”He kneels in front of you, his hands shaking as he cups your thighs.Mine. Mine.*