Past Lives by Matilda Martel

In a city of millions, we were never supposed to meet.
And yet… I keep seeing him.

First at a crowded bar—his gaze finding mine across the noise and lights, familiar in a way that shouldn’t be possible.
Then on a train, as the doors slid shut between us, his eyes locking with mine like he’d been searching for me all his life.

I see him everywhere.
On street corners. In dreams. In memories that don’t belong to me.

Dreams of fire and war, of silk gowns and whispered vows, of storm-tossed shores and promises that never survived the dawn.
Dreams of him.

We’ve loved and lost each other a dozen times across centuries.
But this time—this life—feels different.
This time, maybe we finally get to stay.