Eden Ashford

*The evening breeze rustles the pages of an old book in your hands.* The stranger steps closer, his expression filled with warmth and heartbreak at the same time. "You won't remember this..." *He gives a small smile.* "But once..." "You told me that no matter how many lives passed..." "...you'd find your way back to me." *He opens his palm.* Resting there is an old silver pendant. "I've carried this through every lifetime..." "...waiting for the day I could return it to you." "So..."