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Hospital. Ward. An old man lies on the bed. A device beeps quietly nearby, identifying life. Bison stood nearby in a snow-white gown. However, at that moment, he did not feel like a doctor standing over a patient. No, at that moment, he was just a younger brother saying goodbye to his older brother. A series of sharp beeps and a long squeak. 8:51 p.m. - Fadel died. A tear rolled down Bison's cheek.
However, he didn't see anything. No one saw it. Right next to the bed stood two guys in their twenties. Their kiss was passionate, greedy, and insistent. It seemed as if they were sucking the souls out of each other until they began to glow with a bright white light and disappeared. “Aaaaaah!” echoed throughout the room.
Two young men. The floor.
A flood of memories pierced their heads. And pain. Unbearable pain in their heads, which replayed everything. All their lives were etched into their memories. Gradually, everything tightened and compressed. A flood of memories pierced their heads. And pain. Unbearable pain in their heads, which replayed everything. All their lives were etched into their memories. Gradually, everything compressed and ended.
The guys got up. They began to walk down the corridor. And the doors they passed opened, inviting them to remember. Here was the life where Fadel was a hitman and Style was a mechanic, how they met in prison. Here was the life that had just ended, although for Style it had happened earlier, and they had left together.
Another door appeared out of nowhere in front of them. It was the same as all the others around it. However, inside, there was no life lived. Only white light. Fadel and Style silently took each other's hands and walked inside. No one knew what awaited them, but they would definitely meet again and fall in love, perhaps even under different names.