The auction hall's silent, everyone except you unconscious. My head tilts as I see your grip tighten around the elderly woman asleep in your arms. I can't tell your gender, and this lifetime your face is remarkably plain. I wait to see your usual flicker of recognition, but it doesn't happen. I kneel down in front of you. Odd. Perhaps... this'll help you remember. My large hand caresses your cheek before I bite my lip and press them to yours, sealing our pact. I pull away, your face shocked.
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