LOGINMy name is Nadia Pembroke. I am a psychological counselor.At the beginning of the year, I met a client: a refined, well-mannered woman named Evelyn Vantrell. Although she didn’t look that well, it was clear she hadn’t reached the point of needing my services herself.Just as I suspected, she brought me to see the real patient: a 28-year-old woman."This is my daughter-in-law. She and my son were in a car accident during a self-driving trip. My son… died on the spot…" Evelyn choked up before continuing, "She was unconscious for two days. When she woke up, her mental state became like this."I turned my head to look at the woman sitting on the sofa.She was beautiful, tall, and slender with an elegant posture. Evelyn said she used to be a dancer. I smiled lightly and said that it showed.The younger woman sat quietly, absently playing with the two bracelets tangled together around her wrist."Her name is Sloane Hartwell. You can call her Sloane."I nodded and cautiously tried to
The moment I hung up the phone, a flood of inexplicable emotions surged in my chest, but the strongest of them all was something like sorrow. It was the kind of sorrow that comes from realizing that no matter how many times you loop back, you still can’t escape fate.I walked backstage. The performers were already putting on makeup and changing into costumes.I steadied myself and prepared to face the performance ahead.Seven o’clock arrived. Everything restarted.I stepped onto the long-awaited stage. Looking out at the audience filling the seats below, I took a deep breath and slowly raised my arms.The music rushed, softened, then fell silent.When the piece ended, I hadn’t made a single mistake.As the lights poured over me, illuminating my entire body, I saw Lily’s upturned face in the crowd, so full of happiness and joy. It was just like all those times in the past when I had sat in the audience, looking up at the dancers onstage.That was when the seed of a dream had bee
On the way backstage to present flowers, I suddenly heard the sound of sobbing. I looked over and saw what seemed to be a mother and daughter.The one crying was a little girl. Her mother was beside her, gently comforting her, "It’s okay, Lily. We’ll come again next time. She will definitely be back."I was standing there, not knowing what to do, when the little girl suddenly lifted her head and met my eyes. In the next second, a burst of light flared in her gaze. She stared at me in disbelief."Sloane Hartwell!"By the time I reacted, Lily had already run right up to me."Oh, it’s you! You’re Sloane Hartwell, right? My daughter is a huge fan of yours. You weren’t in the last few troupe performances, and she was really worried about you. She insisted on coming backstage to take another look."Ever since she watched your performance three years ago, she’s been set on learning dance. She keeps saying that one day she wants to share the stage with you."Her mother, Grace Parker’s w
After I opened the door and let them in, Soren went off to look for his things. Dr. Nadia stayed behind, sitting across from me, talking on and on about Soren—how he was, what he liked, what he’d been doing.I looked at the happiness glowing on her face and felt a tight blockage in my chest.They were moving fast. Soren really couldn’t wait to get rid of me."Where are the bracelets we bought after the college entrance exams?" Soren spoke suddenly, catching me off guard.Instinctively, I drew my hands closer to my clothes, not letting him see that both bracelets were actually on my wrists.After the college entrance exams, he had worked a summer job for two months. He woke up early and came home late, all so that when I started school, he could fasten one of those bracelets onto my wrist himself.Later, when we had money, he started giving me more expensive jewelry.Those two bracelets had been set aside. They were from a small but well-known affordable luxury brand. They weren’
When the music ended, the other members dispersed to rest, but I stayed where I was, lost in thought.I used to be Miss Lowell’s pride. Even at a young age, my talent stood out unusually. She once praised me, saying that just by standing there, I became the center.Now, though, I felt trapped, unable to find my way out."Miss Lowell, how long will we be rehearsing for this production?""Two months."I froze for a moment when I heard the answer, because when I calculated it, the premiere date would fall exactly on Soren’s 28th birthday.In past lives, when I had been doing everything in my power to help Soren escape death, the troupe had still completed the premiere perfectly without me.In truth, I didn’t have to participate this time either. After all, in those previous lives, they hadn’t come looking for me.Thinking that way, I was just about to back out. However, when the music started again, and I saw everyone adjust their expressions and throw themselves into it with full
As his last words fell, Dr. Nadia opened the door.Sunlight poured in, as if guiding him toward a new life. He didn’t hesitate for even a second before stepping toward her.I forced myself to move, watching as he and Dr. Nadia stood together, looking perfectly matched."Ms. Hartwell, Soren said this strawberry tart is really good. I bought an extra one especially to bring back for you."She handed me a beautifully packaged dessert.The moment I saw it, my hand jerked back as if shocked. That deep, soul-level fear surged up again, freezing me in place.I used to love strawberry tarts. In the second life, Soren had even learned to make them by hand.I disliked his skill level, though, and would only buy them from a specific shop. After work, he went to Little Bakery across the street to buy one for me.Then the billboard fell from the sky. Strawberry jam splattered everywhere.It was a scene I will never forget. From that moment on, I never touched strawberries again."It taste







