Prologue
They say some souls are too stubborn to rest.
I guess mine is one of them.
I’ve lived many lives.
Died many times.
And every time... I remembered.
The pain.
The people.
The way it ended.
But most of all—
I remembered him.
I never asked for this.
To be born with a heart that’s already grieving.
To carry memories no one believes in.
So I stopped telling anyone.
I smiled.
I pretended.
And I ran.
Because falling in love...
Always meant falling apart.
Still...
There was one life.
A quiet one.
I was just a girl.
And he was just a boy.
We were too young to call it anything.
But even then—
I felt it.
That flutter.
That pull.
That ache.
And I knew:
It was him.
Again.
But this time...
I wish I didn’t remember.
