It's only been a month since our collaboration began. Still somehow, somewhere about him feels familiar to me. The sensation is unsettling yet intriguing. It's as if we've shared a lifetime of memories. Whenever I come into contact with his deep blue eyes i feel a strange yet familiar connection .I feel like I've drowned in those eyes before like I've known their depths intimately, the connection is strange yet comforting .It's as if my soul recognizes his .The feeling is both exhilarating and terrifying leaving me wondering if I've truly known him before.

Ansel Hendricks, the renowned model, stood poised on the runway,

As I fidgeted with my notes, my mind racing with last minute adjustments, my eyes drifted to the familiar curve of his back. Suddenly,

I had a glimpse of my past life memories.

The sound of the camera's clicking,the smell of hairsprays,the busy people backstage running up and down getting ready for the next collection, all mixed with my memories. I was having trouble figuring out what to do next.

He came up to me.

"Are you ok", he asked with his deep,comforting voice it was low and soft, it was as if a warm blanket was wrapped around me, calming my nerves.

As I look up I met his piercing blue eyes, partially framed by a stray lock of his black hair that fell across his forehead.

But what really caught my attention was the small,faint scar above his left eyebrow, partially hidden by the stray lock of hair. That small, faint scar was like a key that unlocked a floodgate of memories, transporting me back to a past where our lives had intersected in ways i thought were long forgotten.

He was the boy i grew up with, a familiar face that held a thousand memories and secrets.

"Pierce, come!"

Ansel's voice called out from the window. I looked out to see his bright,smiling face radiating excitement for our next adventure. I hurried downstairs, And we slipped out into the garden, a lush, forest-like oasis nestled behind my house.

"Want to explore?"

Ansel asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

As we made our way deeper into the forest-like garden, the trees seemed to close in around us, casting long, ominous shadows on the ground. Ansel, ever the adventurer, led the way, his eyes scanning the underbrush for any sign of excitement.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks,his gaze fixed on a large ancient looking tree.

"Pierce, look", he whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation.

I followed his gaze, and my heart skipped a beat as i saw what he had spotted- an old, rickety treehouse, perched high above the ground. Without hesitation Ansel began to climb the tree, his hand and feet finding holds in the gnarled bark. I followed close behind.

As we reached the treehouse, Ansel pushed open the creaky door open and gestured for me to enter. But as i stepped inside, the wooden floorboards gave way beneath me, sending me tumbling to the ground.

Ansel rushed down to my side, helping me to my feet.

But as he did, I saw a jagged piece of wood protruding from the floorboards, and Ansel's face went white as he stumbled backwards, clutching his forehead

I gasped in horror as I saw the blood begin to flow, streaming down his face like a crimson river.

I was paralyzed with fear, forgetting what to do next. But then I heard Ansel's weak voice calling out, "Pierce, I'm okay". Tears of relief streamed down my cheeks as I rushed to get help.

Luckily, we got him to the hospital quickly. After a thorough checkup, the doctors assured us that Ansel would be fine. As for me i wasn't so lucky _ i ended up with a sprained leg and a stern scolding from my parents. I knew Ansel would get one too. After all, we were in this mess together!

We both got grounded for an awful long time after what happened.

"As the grounding finally lifted, Ansel spends most of the time at my house.I have to admit, having Ansel around the house all the time wasn't so bad.

In fact, it was kind of nice.

I'd spend hours talking about my designs, sharing my sketches and ideas with him. He'd listen intently, a smile on his face, as I went on and on about fabrics, textures, and colors.

I know I can get carried away sometimes, but Ansel never seemed to mind. He'd just sit there, looking all interested and adorable.

My parents are against my idea of being a fashion designer, "I confided in Ansel"

He gave me a knowing look, as if to say,'I know that alone won't stop you from doing what you love'.His unwavering confidence in me was infectious, and I felt a surge of determination. 'I'll be a model,' he promised,'and you must be a fashion designer

That was the last conversation I had with him.

"Ansel's voice cut through my reverie,'Hey, Pierce,' he said, snapping me back to the present. But my mind was still reeling from the memories of Ansel and me. I shook my head, clearing the cobwebs of the past. 'I'm okay',I said, forcing a smile. I refocused on the task at hand, helping Ansel into his outfits for the next collection.

As the runway ended, I thought I'd escaped the emotional turmoil that had been brewing inside me. But then Ansel appeared, his eyes narrowing as he asked, 'Hey, are you really okay?' The genuine concern in his voice made my heart stutter, and I struggle to find the right words. I took a deep breath, trying to reassure him _ and maybe myself, too. 'Yeah, I'm really okay,' I said softly, my eyes holding his as i forced a gentle smile

"I've been wondering... What's the story behind your scar?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as my fingers involuntarily reached out to touch the raised edge of the scar above his left eyebrow.

I realized I was touching him without his consent and swiftly withdrew my hand, my face flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry", I whispered.

But before i could pull away further, Ansel's fingers wrapped around my wrist, his eyes locking onto mine. He gently pulled my hand back, pressing my fingers against the raised edge of the scar above his left eyebrow.

"Feel it", he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I want you to feel it".

Just as I felt like I was drowing in Ansel's eyes, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I hesitated, unsure if I should answer it. But then I saw the name on the screen: "Remi". My best friend.

I apologized to Ansel with a glance and answered the call."hey,Rem"

"Hey, girl! Where are you?"

As Remi talked, my gaze drifted back to Ansel, who was watching me with an intense expression. I felt a flutter in my chest, making it hard to focus on the conversation. "Yeah, I'm listening, Rem," I said, trying to sound more attentive.

Remi laughed on the other end of the line. "I know you're not, Pierce. But anyway, I was thinking, why don't we grab dinner tonight? I haven't seen you all week".I hesitated, unsure if I was ready to leave Ansel's side just yet. But Remi's invitation was just the distraction I needed. "That sounds great, Rem. What time were you thinking?"

"how about I come over to your place instead?" Remi suggested. We can order takeout and watch movies?

"Okay, that sounds great," I said, smiling at the thought of a cozy night in with Remi. But before I could even finish my sentence, Remi's excitement erupted on the other end of the line. I'll come over right now! See you soon, Pierce!

And just like that, the line went dead. I stared at my phone, laughing at Remi's abrupt goodbye.

Ansel's eyes narrowed, his expression intense, "Boyfriend?" He asked, his voice low and even. I felt a surge of surprise at the misunderstanding. "No, Remi's my best friend," I clarified, trying to reassure him.

Ansel's face relaxed, and he let out a subtle breath, his eyes never leaving mine. I sensed a hint of relief emanating from him, as if he'd been holding his breath Waiting for my response.

He leaned in.

As he did his voice took on a conspiratorial tone. "You should meet up with me next time, without Remi," he whispered, his words sending a shiver down my spine

"And next time," he continued, his voice low and husky, "I'll tell you the story behind this."

He touched the scar above his eyebrow.

"That sounds nice, Ansel. I'll think about it, okay?" I replied, trying to sound polite but noncommittal.

Ansel's face was neutral, but I sensed a hint of disappointment behind his eyes. "Okay, no rush," he said, his voice casual. "I'll talk to you later, Pierce."

CHAPTER:3

As I reached home, Remi was already waiting for me on my doorstep. We cozied up for a night in, surrounded by snacks and comfortable blankets. As we chatted and laughed, I couldn't help but bring up Ansel - after all, she's my best friend, and I had to tell her.

"The craziest thing happened today at the set;" I said.

Remi looked at me curiously. "You know I work with Ansel, the renowned model," I continued. Remi's eyes sparkled with interest, and she asked, "Yeah, why? What's with him?"

I took a deep breath before asking."You remember that guy from my childhood I told you about? The one I was really close to?"I asked.

Remi nodded, and I continued, "Today, when I saw Ansel's scar, it reminded me of him. I felt this strange, familiar feeling."Remi looked at me and said, "Whoa, what if it was him?" She paused, her eyes wide with curiosity. I shook my head, looking puzzled. "Although they share the same name, his last name is Lloyd," I clarified.

Remi's expression turned disappointing, her eyes filled with a deep understanding. She knew I've been holding onto the hope of reconnecting with the boy from my past. She looked at me with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Did you ask him about the scar?"

she asked, her voice gentle but probing. "Who knows, maybe it's him, and you misunderstood his last name," she continued, her tone laced with possibility. "The chances might be slim, but they're not zero," she said, her eyes sparkling with intrigue.

I shrugged off Remi's speculation, replying, "Enough with your shit, Remi. You're never correct." She chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You never know, you might thank me later,".

She said with a sly smile. Undeterred, she pressed on, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Alright, alright, so what happened? Did he say anything to you?" she asked, her voice laced with anticipation.I continued telling Remi about Ansel's scar, describing how I reached out to touch it and how he grabbed my hand, saying he wanted me to feel it. "I was asking him about the scar when you interrupted with your call," I said, jokingly to Remi. She burst into laughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I didn't know you guys were in an intense situation," she said, still chuckling.

We were both chuckling hard. Then I continued and said Ansel wanted to meet up with me next time. Remi shouted, 'You should totally meet up.' With excitement in her eyes, as if she was gonna be the one meeting him. I said I'd think about it. Remi pushed me and said,'Girl, you have to admit, on the one hand, he's not so bad.'

I'm not talking about looks, Remi, but I don't know – I just have something on my mind," I said. Remi looked at me with a reassuring look and said, "It won't hurt you to give him a chance. Who knows, you might get lucky.

My mind was still muddled, but somehow I agreed to Remi's advice. She beamed with excitement, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. I knew she'd always wanted to play matchmaker, especially since I'd often felt like a third wheel when she was with her boyfriend.

As I agreed to Remi's advice, she beamed with excitement. 'Let's forget about this for now and focus on the movie,' she said, snuggling up closer to me. We spent the rest of the night laughing and chatting, the conversation about Ansel momentarily forgotten. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that my life was about to change in unexpected ways.