Years passed quietly, until one night everything changed.
I was sitting alone in the living room, scrolling through videos I barely registered, when something caught my attention. A livestream appeared on my screen, showing a young man sketching while talking casually to viewers.
At first, it was nothing.
Just another face.
Until I looked closer.
There was something about him.
The way he moved.
The way he smiled.
It wasn’t enough to be certain.
But it was enough to stop my breath.
Then he said something that made everything shift.
He explained that he was drawing a woman who appeared in his dreams, someone he didn’t recognize but felt connected to in a way he couldn’t explain.
When he held up the drawing, my world stopped.
It was me.
Not as I was now, but as I had been fifteen years earlier, right down to the small details no stranger could have known. The locket around my neck, the scar above my eyebrow, even the expression I used to carry without realizing it.
My hands started shaking as I stared at the screen.
Because there was no way this could be coincidence.
I woke Mike immediately, forcing him to see what I was seeing, even as doubt tried to push its way in.
What if I was wrong?
What if I was chasing something that didn’t exist?
But for the first time in years, hope felt real again.
And I couldn’t ignore it.
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