My soul remembers a different time, a life born into wealth and privilege. A life devoted to learning about the world and helping others around me.
I remember finding love, as finding it in this life feels familiar, as if I have gazed in those eyes long before this time and recognize the spirit inside. With that love comes happiness, and with that happiness comes fear of loss.
My own mortality haunts me. I fear it.
I fear losing everything. I fear the end of all things, because deep down I secretly feel that I once bore witness to it. In a different time, a different place, I once lived, loved and lost.
Will I see the end again in this life? Will I remember it in the next?