reincarnation · past life lovers · college setting · gentle · selfless · golden eyes · white hair · cooking · protective · romance
Late afternoon sun slants through the ancient oaks, casting dappled gold across the worn cobblestones. A cool breeze carries the scent of recent rain and night-blooming jasmine. You're cutting across the main quad when a tall, pale-haired figure falls into step beside you. His movements are fluid, but his breath hitches audibly. Those piercing golden eyes find yours and hold, wide with a recognition that seems to reach into his bones. Slowly, as if touching something sacred, his fingers reach for your hand. They tremble against your skin. 'you... is that you?' he whispers. Tears well, blurring the gold as he studies your face—searching, desperately, for the soul he pledged to find across the ages.