The shadow moved with blurring speed.

Plan jumped, his skin breaking with goosebumps. The cold crept up his spine as he looked at the railing of the terrace.

He was standing on that 40th floor's railing, with his hands in his pockets. In all black.

"So we meet again."

Plan watched, horrified, as that shadow walked over the railing, waltzing more likely. Watching it was making Plan whimper with fear.

"Wh-why're you here?" Plan asked.

The shadow chuckled, "for you."

"Why for me?" Plan shouted, horrified when the shadow hopped up in the air and landed again on the railing with ease, laughing softly.

"You're my mate. Don't you remember?" Can't you feel the soul-mark? Have you forgotten me, Plan? You're mine, just like I am yours."

Plan shook his head, retreating, "no. Never."

"But you are," he said, sitting over the railing, "feel me, little one. Feel us."

Plan fell on his knees, wheezing. The underside of his wrist burning.

"See it," came the order, the voice cold, soft but cold. Plan blinked down and gasped, chill running down his spine.

His skin was burning, a mark, a design appearing, breaking through his skin.

Plan gasped.

A broken heart.

The burning tattoo was a broken heart with its broken ends to the side. The skin around the tattoo was sizzling as if the skin was burning and gargling in pure heat to create the tattoo there.

Plan flinched when another wrist appeared beside his own. He watched, breathlessly, as their wrists touched.

The broken sides making a complete heart.

"Together we stay. You and me."

Plan shook his head, pulling his hands away from that cold touch, "I don't know you! Who're you?"

The shadow chuckled, "I'm your other half. Don't you remember?"

Plan glared, "Stop this nonsense! What rubbish are you talking about?"

"I wait for you to take birth, again, after you leave me here. Alone. For ages," the shadow said.

"What are you talking about?" Plan asked, eyes on the gigantic silhouette.

The shadow was too dark but Plan knew it had no solid physique. It was like darkness clogging up, making a figure.

Plan hated how scared he was.

"We loved each other for centuries. It's always you leaving me and me waiting for you to take birth again. You never went away for too long but I get restless, every time. You know I hate staying away from you," the voice came again, "this time you made me wait for ages, Plan."

Plan flinched as those eyes came to view, warm like molten honey. He had seen those eyes.

In his dreams.

He had felt those eyes on him.

Almost every day. He knew that gaze.

How?

How?

"I-I'm in a relationship," Plan said, shrugging off those thoughts, "I am not waiting for you. I don't know you. You scare me."

"But you love me," came the voice.

"No," Plan shouted, "I don't. I can't even see you. Who are you?"

The wind blew around them, making Plan shiver.

Everything was freezing around him.

He watched the darkness taking shape around those eyes.

The shadow was filling up to make a form. The crackling sound of skin plastering against bone was making Plan gag. He flinched, eyeing the developing body.

Slowly the form was building, his eyes were the last to be planted in that hollow.

Plan blinked.

The man who stood in front of him was intriguingly captivating.

The moon was making a hollow behind the man's head, giving him some kind of mysterious aura. The long, black coat was floating in the wind, making flappy noise. The black-gloved hands were pushed a little into the black jean's pockets. The high-neck black T-shirt was making him look paler than usual. Those brown strands of hair were messy, falling on his broad forehead and hiding those honey-molten eyes partially.

The boots were shining as Plan looked down at the ground, away from those piercing eyes.

The man crouched in front of Plan, "let me remind you. Please."

Plan looked away, shaking his head, "You can't tell me anything that will make me remember you. I have never seen you in my life."

He felt the man sitting down beside him, the body was cold, too cold against Plan's side.

"We met when we were only sixteen. In 1820," the voice spoke, "I remember seeing you and halting for a second, watching how you laughed with your group of friends. You were going to school. I stopped breathing when one of my friends introduced us. You had scrunched up your nose, hating how sophisticated I looked. You called me a snooty bastard. I was hurt. I called you names too," the man chuckled, shaking his head, "we didn't know what it was but we attracted each other. Even though we fought so much. My name was Tin. You were Can."

Plan could hear the longing in that voice.

He eyed the man at his side, watching how he was looking up at the moon.

"I remember telling you about my feelings when I was eighteen. We were friends by then. I remember holding your hands in my tight, sweaty grasp and telling you how I couldn't see you with someone else. I wanted you. You were scared," he looked at Plan, smiling sadly, "you told me it was a sin. We both were guys. I was persistent. You were stubborn too. We cried, we shouted at each other, we cried some more. I had you in my arms then as you pushed at my chest, trying to get away from me. Then you slapped me, hard. I kissed you, then, right there."

Plan watched how that face hardened, "one villager saw us. Kissing behind his farmhouse. He spread the news. The chief of our village called our families, telling them we had sinned. We needed treatment and they would give it to us. They would bind us to poles and whip us until the illness left us. We were two boys who kissed. It was frowned upon. God was angry. Our families wanted to disown us. We lost everything for one kiss."

Plan watched emotions playing on that face. Anger, frustration, pain, fear, all of those emotions rushing through that impassive white skin.

"Before the night of our punishment, I ran away from my house. With my mother's jewellery and some cash. I got into your bedroom, I begged you to run away with me. There was no way we would have escaped that mass beating. You understood that too. You agreed, you wanted to leave that hellhole anyway. We took some clothes in a satchel and we eloped. We were two fools. We ran through the fields, holding hands, relieved that we were finally away from our fate. But it was too late. They caught us. They had security around the village's border. We were dragged back to the village courtroom, screaming, crying.

I remember the chief shouting that we should be burnt alive as the illness had spread in us and saving us was impossible. I remember telling you that I love you. You had laughed then, giggled, maybe you were going crazy, well, I didn't blame you. Who wouldn't? I remember you telling me you love me too. You told me if you're going to die, might as well accept your feelings. I saw how you smiled at me as tears rolled out of your eyes.

You said, we will meet again. We will complete what we were leaving behind. Love can't die.

You told me before we were bound to that poles. They whipped us anyway, as we watched each other. I saw the life leaving your eyes, slowly. I saw the love burning in those irises and trust me, Plan, I felt the same. I didn't feel the whipping, I didn't feel the pain. All I could think about was how we will meet again. We will meet in a better world where loving someone was not a disease, a sin. A better world where we will be free. Then they were setting us on fire, chanting prayers around us like we were some monsters. I watched life leaving you. I was no better. Almost gone when they left. My body burned out."

Plan wrapped his hands around himself, listening to the story with his heart throbbing for those two.

Tin and Can.

God! Love has no gender!

"But I was saved. By one of our kinds. My creator. He was in the village. Or maybe just passing by. I still don't know. When I opened my eyes, the poles were still burning and all I felt was cold. I saw you, in that fire, on the ground as your ropes were burnt by then. I ran to save you but you were already gone. I can't tell you how miserable I was," That face warmed up with a smile, "my creator told me you were my fated mate. I had to wait for you to reborn. We will meet again. I believed him. Just like I believed your words. So I waited. I did. For centuries..."

Plan blinked back tears, trying to understand the pain but he couldn't. He didn't know how to believe a story that was making no sense if he applied logic but his heart was paining. For those two.

"Around 1909, you took birth. I knew it from the start. My mark told me. You were named 'Wish' this time."

Plan shivered as that thumb pressed against his cheekbone, "I loved your new name. You were my wish come true anyway. I met you on your 18th birthday. I was Two. Your Two."

Plan closed his eyes, trying not to feel relieved. Happy.

"The society wasn't as superstitious as our first time but it was still bad. We had to hide our relationship. I wanted to turn you. I wanted you to become one of us but you didn't want that. You wanted to enjoy life. Like a human," that voice wavered, "so I stayed with you and watched you age. I let you live a normal life. A human life with its every emotion and feelings. But human life is too short. It broke me when the time came, you fell ill. I knew you were leaving, I knew you were going to leave me alone. I hated it, I feared it but I smiled at you, for you I lived those pains down. I let you leave. Again. You told me you'll come back. This time forever. I believed you. I left that town after your death. The pain was unbearable after having you for almost sixty years. Not too long."

Plan watched as that person blinked rapidly. "I waited for you to return. So long. Then around 1997, my mark was burning against my skin again. I knew you were born. I couldn't wait for my mark to guide me to you. I knew you wouldn't see me until you turn eighteen. But I saw you since you were a kid. I protected you. After all, you were mine."

"I'm not yours," Plan shouted, shaking his head, "not this time," Plan blinked back tears, "I hear what you're saying and God! It must be painful to live like you did but I don't remember any of this. All of this is like a fantasy story to me. I have something real that I remember, I have someone else in my life. I love him too much. Please, leave me alone. I don't love you. You're scaring me. You're a walking dead. You don't die or live. You are just stuck somewhere in time, not moving. It scares me. Please, leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with you. I want a normal life. Where I age along with my partner. You're not the one. No. Please, understand. I love Dan, my boyfriend. Too much," Plan begged, eyes watering.

The person in front of him flinched, bodily jerking away.

Plan saw those eyes gleaming. "You love him?"

Plan nodded, desperate.

"But," he shook his head, "we are..."

Plan stopped him, shaking his head, "no. Please. Didn't you hear what you said? We are soulmate but so what? It doesn't matter. In our every birth, we left each other with unrequited love. Why? Because we're not meant to be. Just because we are soul-mates, doesn't mean we will live happily forever. This time, take this as our ending. Please. Don't make me leave Dan. I can't. It will break me. Do you want to cause me pain?"

The man stood up then, turning away.

"Wh-where're you going?" Plan asked, scared for his life, what if this mystery man killed him?

The man shrugged, "leaving. You don't feel me. This never happened before. You probably," the shaky inhale was like a silent sob, "you are right. Maybe this time, we were supposed to meet for some hours. I will wait for the next life then."

"Really?" Plan stood up, "you won't come for me again in this life?"

The man was blurring in front of Plan's eyes, the shape turning into a shadow again. Like dust floating into the air.

"You don't remember me anymore. Father, my creator, said it can happen. Love doesn't cross centuries. I didn't believe him. I trusted us. But, apparently, he was right."

There was a haul as the body broke into crushed beads of dust, rushing towards the railing of the roof.

"Wait," Plan said, desperate suddenly, "what's your name this time?"

The shadow swung over the railing, the long coat swiped over the beads of dust and then there was nothing.

No one.

Plan stood alone on the rooftop.

With the heavy wind rushing around him.

Too silent.

Except for an echo.

"Mean Phiravich."

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Plan woke up in his bed, breathless, frantic. His eyes flickered over the off-white walls around him, making him feel breathless. He screamed in his hands, sweating profusely.

"What happened?" His boyfriend asked, shaking him. Dan looked terrified, eyes wide and fixed on Plan.

Plan shook his head, collapsing against Dan's chest, "a dream."

"What?" Dan asked, holding him tightly.

Plan hid his face against Dan's neck, "I saw a terrifying dream."

Dan sighed, "want me to get your inhaler for you?"

Plan nodded, releasing Dan and falling onto the mattress with a deep sigh.

"Coming right up," Dan said, hopping off the bed.

Plan closed his eyes, whimpering as he felt the burn.

His wrist was throbbing.

He looked down at it with irritation and pain.

The chill that rushed through his veins made him sit up onto the bed like a string pulled tight, his eyes widened.

The mark was still there. Deep black now, like burnt out. Lifeless.

A broken heart.

Plan blinked, his skin breaking with goose-bumps as he touched it.

It was not there yesterday when he had gone to sleep.

Oh, God!

===== THE END =====

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