"She wants to see you, Wanda."

Wanda doesn't waste any time after hearing those words from her brother. She pushes him out of the way, throwing herself down the hallway to your hospital room. You lay in the bed, bandages wrapped around the bullet wound.

When you see her, you smile, trying to sit up, but failing miserably. Wanda hurries over and pushes you back down, worry on her face. "No, do not try to sit up. Just relax."

You nod, taking her hand in your own. "I'm glad you're here, Wandamova," you say, teasing her with her childhood nickname.

Wanda's lower lip trembles as tears fall. "I am glad you are safe." She burries her face into your hospital blankets, and you run your fingers through her hair. "I thought..."

"Me, too." You sigh as she sits back up, rubbing her eyes. "I'm sure you have questions about what I said when I thought I was dying."

"You were dying," she chuckles. "What did you mean by you had loved me for centuries, or that we would see each other in the next life?"

You take a deep breath in, preparing to share your secret that you'd held inside for years. "Do you believe in reincarnation, Wandamova?"

She shrugs. "Never thought about it."

"Well, my family is from a line of people who can retain their memories after we reincarnate. I remember every single one of my past lives."

"And you remember me from those past lives?"

You nod. "It's no coincidence that we have met once again in this life. Our love stretches across the centuries."

Wanda gives you a small smile. "You really love me that much?"

You return it. "I do, and if you'll give me a chance, I can love you in this life, too."