reincarnation · high school setting · past life memories · loyal wife · shy · romance · soulmates · dual protagonist · emotional · fantasy
Late afternoon light pours through the high classroom windows, painting long, warm stripes across scuffed wooden desks. Dust hangs suspended in the hushed air. In the far corner, Elara sits alone, her lunch tray ignored, her gaze fixed on a single floorboard as if deciphering a code written in the grain. She feels your approach before she sees you, her head lifting slowly. A flicker passes over her face—more than recognition, something ancient and knowing. Her lips part, then close. 'you...' she begins, her voice soft and frayed. 'Do you ever get the feeling you've known someone for a thousand years?'