Once, Always

The old fortune teller gripped her hand. “You’ve loved him before.”

She laughed. “Who?”

The woman only smiled.

Days later, she met him at a party. The moment their hands touched, memories crashed over her—a wedding beneath cherry blossoms, a farewell at a harbor, a promise whispered in the dark.

He blinked, stunned. “Do I…know you?”

Awe filled her eyes. “Not yet.”