In Another Life, I Would Make You Stay

“Do I know you?”

He never seen that man, let alone meet him before. He was sure of it. But as he turned, it was as if Everett's breath was taken away from him.

Was it a heart problem? No, he had done the JCTC basic medical evaluation. Every year, same goddamn medical evaluation. He won’t rise to the rank so quickly as Deputy Task Force Commander if he had some sort of health problem.

He didn't know this guy, and yet he felt familiar. The same pointed nose, the same pale skin. The same sharp eyes that stared into your soul. Who was it?

The man frowned. “No? I don’t think so.” But even he looked unsure of his answer. He opened his mouth as if to say something more, but a sudden explosion somewhere far away distracted him. “I’d love to chat longer, but I’m afraid I have to cut this conversation short.” He turned up his cloak, distractedly, as if—

“Turning up your collar so you look cool.”

Everett blinked, because what was that just now?