"Humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.

When one of them meets the other half, the two are struck from their senses by love, by a sense of belonging to one another, and by desire, and they don't want to be separated from one another, not even for a moment."

- Plato, The Symposium

Tate Langdon was never one to believe in reincarnation. Not when he had been a ghost for so long. He had always believed that there were only two outcomes to death, you either got to travel to the other side or you were stuck in the limbo that was being a ghost. But he was proven wrong on that one faithful day.

They had spent decades in the murder house but when the city finally decided to bulldoze the property opting instead to build a new megaplex on top of it, the spirits which had long haunted the house became scattered. This didn't mean they were freed, they were still prisoners of this limbo phase. But instead, their souls were forced to be dispersed over the world, souls without a body, roaming aimlessly in the vast empty space of nothingness.

And his only purpose in death now was to roam the earth for an eternity to find his one love: Violet Harmon.

Tate was like a moth to flame when it came to Violet. A masochistic moth to be drawn to something that could only burn him. But she was his fire, one that burned on exuberantly even in death, one that illuminated the darkness within him. She was the only thing that could save him from himself. He craved her. He craved her like he craved air if he was suffocating, like he craved water if he was parched.

He had been scouring this earth, floating freely as merely a spirit until one day he found himself slipping away. It was an incredibly strange sensation. Because he was a soul without a body now, it felt more like his soul was dissipating into thin air. It was as strange a sensation as feeling air suddenly become liquid.

All at once he felt so heavy, like the entire world were upon his shoulders weighing him down. Tate couldn't get used to the disorientation. For the longest time, he had felt nothing as a spirit. For someone to have felt nothing for so long and then suddenly feel the physicality of a living breathing human body, came as an incredible shock.

When he blinked his eyes open, getting used to the idea of having a body again he saw her. Violet.

"Kyle, You were a great guy", she says.

Who's Kyle? Tate thinks to himself.

He opens his mouth to yell her name, but all he can do is make these awful grunting noises like a primitive animal.

Great. It was one thing to be confined to a body that wasn't his, but now he was prisoner to a body that couldn't even function like a normal human being.

Zoe Benson didn't know why she was so attracted to Kyle Spencer. From the first moment she had laid eyes on him at that party, it was like pure electricity in the air. Bonding them together like magnets. But she couldn't understand why she was so drawn to him. After all, he was just some guy that she had a fifteen minute conversation with at a frat part wasn't he? At least that's what she had told herself when she found herself doing unspeakable acts for him. She just kept telling herself that it was only her guilty conscience speaking when she resurrected him. That she felt partly responsible for his demise and therefore only brought him back to life as some form of penance. But it was when Kyle had stuck the gun in his mouth with a plan to end it all that Zoe had realized with sudden clarity that she didn't want to ever lose him again.

Had they been lovers in a former life? Their paths destined to cross a million times over in a million previous lives? Did she really believe in the concept of soul mates or was that all just some cheap romanticist crap dreamt up for the movies?

She stared at the boy, reduced now to a Frankenstein-esque creation, kneeling on her bathroom floor. He looks up at her with wide eyes and she feels a tinge in her heart. Was it pity or something more? He opens his mouth and grunts at her wildly and Zoe wished she could understand what it was that he was trying to say to her.

For a moment, Zoe felt like there was some sort of recognition that registered behind those big brown eyes of his. And then an even more incredulous thing happens. For a split second, she finds herself overcome with a wave of emotion, a sudden deep longing combined with an ocean of sadness. She wipes away the tears that are spilling from her eyes and she doesn't even know why she's crying.

She feels her lips moving on their own accord, like she's not even in control of her own body. And even though she doesn't know what she's about to say, it's like her lips do. As if they had said this name over and over a million times before like muscle memory.

"Tate?", she calls out.

As soon as she's said it, she comes back to herself. She can't understand who Tate is and why she called this name out.

And all they can do is stand there and stare at each other, lost in a world of confusion and awe.

A/N: Okay crappy first chapter, but hope you enjoyed it :) Please R&R!