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In the winter of 1890, he fell in love quietly.
He never confessed.
He never dared.
And in 1895, he died with a book pressed against his chest - the same book the boy he loved had once read without ever knowing he existed.
His love remained between pages.
Unspoken. Unanswered.
A century later, in a different world, two boys are born in 1995 - unaware of the life they once lived.
They meet not through fate's grand design, but through a forgotten book in a quiet library.
On its final page, a message appears:
"Everyone will end up with a happy ending."
Weeks later, a reply is written beneath it:
"Are you sure? Because I recently got my heart broken."
Neither knows who the other is.
But something feels familiar.
A glance that lingers too long.
A voice that sounds like a memory.
A sadness that doesn't belong to this lifetime.
Some love stories end in tragedy.
Some are given a second chance.
And sometimes...
when two souls collide again,
the only question that remains is-
Have we met before?