After ninety-eight lifetimes of regret, the moment our memories awakened, we made a decision: to fall in love all over again.
From a young landlord and a tenant farmer’s daughter in our first life, to a nurse and a soldier amid the flames of war, and then to a silent guardian in a library... Every time we missed each other, our souls were marked with an even deeper longing.
In our ninety-ninth cycle, all our memories came rushing back like a tide. He didn’t use his foreknowledge to arrange a “perfect meeting.” Instead, he awkwardly stood in the rain outside her bookstore window for half an hour, just so he could casually offer her an umbrella when they “happened” to meet.
She, meanwhile, “accidentally” burned the cookies he had loved most in his ninth life. Surrounded by the smell of char, they laughed until they cried.
There are no secrets between us, only ninety-eight signals that only the two of us understand
