I felt you sneak a peak at at me that day before they pulled you out. We’re linked by mind and soul, trapped in a chaotic ricochet that transcend centuries. The hot feeling of your gaze was unmistakably powerful and familiar, but I refused to turn around. You felt bad that you had jumped the gun, didn’t you? Well have to settle this in another spirit cycle. Maybe next time we can finally be happy. I hope I die soon. I really do. I will never love again. I exist in a state of stasis.
