The subway station was a dim cavern, echoing with the distant rumble of trains. I stood there, lost in my own thoughts, when it happened a sudden, desperate embrace. Arms wrapped around me, pulling me close. I blinked, startled, and found myself face to face with a teary-eyed stranger.

"I love you," they whispered, their voice trembling. Their eyes held a lifetime of longing, as if they'd been searching for me across centuries.

I stumbled back, my heart racing. Who was this person? Why did their touch feel both familiar and foreign? But before I could ask, they spoke again.

"You don't remember, do you?" Their fingers brushed my cheek, leaving a trail of...