He is young and good-looking, with soft hair and a strange color of green eyes. Eyes that can see, hands that can touch, and a heart that can feel every sullen vibrate that the girl in front of him is making.

"I know you." She mumbles, a perfect stranger, with blue eyes and dark skin and light, lofty feet. "I don't know where I know you from, but—"

But it's okay. He knows her, too. Somehow. Who would have thought? You would think he would remember such a pretty face, or that she would remember such a charming smile, but they can't.

They wonder softly if they knew each other in a past life. Wonder if their fates aren't tied, wonders if their destiny is linked.

Some promises, they learn, even Fate keeps.