"Okay," Ryan sat down panting, his apron tied loosely around his neck, "what the hell do you mean?"

"I had another dream, last night, except both of us were in it, and I don't have any memory of this. Which caused me to think it never happened-"

"So why are you telling me?" Ryan interrupted the boy.

"Just let me explain. Anyway, it caused me to think this never happened... In our current lifetime. I think we gave ourselves the scars in a past life."

"Why would we do that?"

"I don't know! To prove something? Maybe we knew they would appear in our next life."

"Maybe..."

They were silent. The sound of dishes and conversations filled the room, but the two boys were too stuck in their thoughts.

"Hey, Tyler?" Ryan looked up at the boy sitting across from him, his eyebrows angled in concentration.

"Yeah, Rye?"

"How did we know each other? In the past life, I mean. How did we become friends?" Ryan didn't know why he had asked this,

"I don't know." that was all the other boy said. That was all he got to say before Ryan ordered to start working, again.

"Well, thank you for telling me. We'll figure this out."

He left with a smile on his face and red in his cheeks, and chuckled. That was th first time Tyler had called him Rye.