The sun was setting as the old version of me sat alone on the edge of the cliff. My mind was consumed with the overwhelming pain of my Borderline Personality Disorder. The memories of childhood abuse. Not only did they neglect me but my parents sold my body to other adults. The trauma of my CPTSD weighed heavily on my heart. I couldn't take it anymore. I took one last deep breath and jumped.

As my body hit the rocks below, my mind was suddenly jolted into a new reality. I was in a new body, but I felt like me. I looked around in confusion, trying to make sense of what had just happened. I had died, but somehow my mind had transferred into this new body.

I walked around my new surroundings and saw that everything was unfamiliar. I felt a sense of loss and sadness for my old life and my old lover, Christopher. I had been so consumed by my anger and sadness that I had been unfair to him. Now that I was in this new body, I hoped I could start therapy and learn to control my emotions.

As I walked through the streets, I couldn't help but notice that this new body was just as beautiful as the old one. I felt a sense of hope that I could have a fresh start, and maybe even find happiness again.

I eventually found Christopher, but I had to pretend I didn't know him at first. As we spent more time together, I realized that I still loved him. He saw the changes in me but also the familiarity. I admitted I was his old lover when he asked me to prove it. So I told him the story of watching Doctor Strange secluded in the mountain on his phone. I had got scared and jumped into his lap. He came realize that I was his old lover in a new body. We fell deeply in love all over again and I knew that I could make him love me even though I had to pretend I didn't know who he was at first.

We were happy together and I was finally able to heal from the severe abuse of my past. I looked forward to a bright future with Christopher, grateful for the second chance at life that I had been given.

Together, Christopher and I embarked on a journey of love and self-discovery. We hiked through the mountains, taking in the beauty of nature and the freedom of being together. We attended cosplay conventions, dressed up as our favorite characters and lost ourselves in the fantasy of it all. We even started a collection of old VHS tapes, watching movies under the stars and laughing until our sides ached.

As time passed, we grew closer and closer. We started to build a life together, creating memories that we knew would last a lifetime. We were each other's safe haven, and we knew that we were meant to be together.

As we grew older, we never lost the spark that had brought us together. We would still go on romantic adventures, like taking trips to the beach or watching the sunset from the top of a hill. We were always there for each other, through the good times and the bad.

Eventually, our time together came to an end. We knew that we would soon have to say goodbye, but we were at peace with it. We had lived a full and happy life together, and nothing could ever change that.

As we lay on our deathbeds, holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes, we knew that our love would never truly die. We were buried under the same willow tree, our love forever entwined in the roots and branches. And even in death, we knew that we were still together, forever and always.