ログイン
I smiled as I looked at the mirror and straightened my suit. At last. I had landed a job — and not just any job, but my dream job. The words echoed in my head like a song I never wanted to stop hearing.
I smiled even wider, studying my reflection again, utterly satisfied with my look. The navy-blue suit wasn’t new, but it fit just right. I’d saved for weeks from my part-time jobs to buy it from a friend who once shared this same tiny room with me. It wasn’t perfect, but it made me look like someone who finally had a future. “Time to go to work,” I muttered to myself, smiling faintly as I glanced around my room. Calling it a room felt generous. It was barely large enough to fit a bed. it is just a mirror, and a small box where I kept my few clothes. A plastic chair sat in the corner beside two chipped plates and two spoons. The walls were cracked, the paint fading, but it was still home — my own place, my own little world. I had fought too hard to get here. Growing up in an orphanage was hell. Life was hard, but being unwanted made it worse. My parents had died in a gas explosion when I was four. Their properties were taken by relatives, leaving me with nothing. My aunt tried to take care of me, but when her husband lost his job, she said she couldn’t feed “a mouth that didn’t belong.” So she dropped me off at the orphanage and never came back. There, I learned to survive. I was bullied, ignored, forgotten — but I held onto one dream: to study, graduate with first-class honors, and work at Apex Holdings, the company everyone called “the city’s pride.” Today, that dream was real. I smiled again, grabbed my old leather bag, and locked my door. “Hey!” The sharp voice made me freeze. My heart dropped immediately. I didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was. “Eli!” my landlady shouted from downstairs. I sighed quietly and started walking faster, pretending not to hear. “If you dare leave,” she barked, “you’ll see your things outside when you return! That’s if you even have anything worth throwing out!” I turned slowly, forcing a smile as I walked toward her. She stood by her door, arms folded across her chest, eyes squinting at me like I’d just stolen something. “Good morning, ma’am,” I greeted softly. “Good what?” she snapped, scanning me from head to toe. “You had money to buy a suit but not to pay your rent?” “Ma’am, I promise, I’ll pay you,” I said quickly. “I just—” “Oh, please!” She rolled her eyes, cutting me off before I could finish. “I’ve had enough of your excuses. Six months, Eli! Six months! If you don’t pay by this weekend, I’ll throw everything you own outside. I’ve tried. I really have. But you’ve turned my kindness into foolishness!” Her words hit like little stones, and I couldn’t blame her. She was right. I bowed slightly. “I understand, ma’am. I’ll do everything I can to pay.” “You better.” She pointed a wrinkled finger at me. “Don’t think that fancy job will save you. People lose jobs faster than they get them.” She turned and slammed her door. I sighed. The excitement in my chest dimmed a little. There was no way I’d have enough money to pay by weekend. My first paycheck wouldn’t even come for another month. Still, I tried to shake the thought away. Today wasn’t the day to think about debts. I was finally starting a new life. As I stepped into the street, the early morning sun kissed my face. The city was already awake as horns blaring, vendors shouting, people rushing past. I tightened my grip on my bag and smiled faintly. “You can do this, Eli.” My phone buzzed in my pocket. I smiled when I saw the name flashing across the screen. Caleb. “Hey, love,” I answered softly. “Finally,” his deep voice came through, teasing and warm. “You didn’t even call me before leaving?” “I didn’t want to wake you up,” I said, smiling. “You came back from the night shift late.” “I don’t care. You know I wanted to be the first to say ‘congratulations.’” I laughed quietly. “You already said it like twenty times yesterday.” “And I’ll keep saying it till you believe it,” he said. “I’m proud of you, Eli. You worked so hard for this.” His words sank deep. Caleb had seen me at my lowest — when I almost dropped out of school, when I couldn’t afford food, when I thought I’d never make it. “Thank you,” I whispered. “Text me when you get there, okay? And please, don’t skip breakfast again.” “I won’t, Love you.” I said, “Love you more. Always.” The line went silent. I smiled at my screen for a moment before sliding the phone back into my pocket. I boarded a bus and found a seat by the window. The wind brushed my face and for once, life felt… peaceful. A small, strange feeling tugged at my chest — like déjà vu. I shook it off. Maybe I was just nervous. The bus stopped near the Apex Holdings building — tall, glass, beautiful. My heart raced as I stepped out. I had made it. The city’s pride. The job of my dreams. Maybe this was where my real life began. I took one deep breath and started crossing the street. Then someone screamed behind me. “HEY! WATCH OUT!” I turned. A trailer was speeding down the road, horn blaring. For one split second, the world slowed. The sunlight hit the metal, blinding me. I felt my body freeze and my legs refusing to move. Someone shouted again, but their voice was distant now. My heart pounded once, twice— So this is how it ends? The sound of the crash swallowed everything...Jane’s POV The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room. I didn’t even care. The vase hit the marble wall and exploded into pieces, scattering across the floor like my patience. My left hand trembled slightly as I gripped my phone tighter against my ear. “How the hell did he wake up?” I screamed, my voice shaking with anger. “I—I don’t know, Ma Jane,” came the nurse’s stammering voice from the other end. “I administered the drug, just like you instructed. In fact, I gave double dosage. There was no possibility—no medical possibility—of him waking up.” “Don’t you dare give me excuses!” I barked, pacing the length of my room. “He wasn’t supposed to wake up!” “Ma’am, I swear, I don’t understand how this happened. Maybe a miracle or—” I cut her off sharply, my tone dropping low and cold. “If this secret ever gets out… if our plan ever fails…” I paused, glaring at nothing, pointing at the air as though she could see me. “I swear, I won’t go down alone. You’ll go down w
For every other thing the doctor said or did, I didn’t pay attention — my mind was spinning too fast, like I was stuck in a dream I couldn’t wake from.So… it really does exist. Rebirth.Though I had read a few of those “reborn” stories online, I’d never truly believed they could happen in real life. And yet here I was — lying in a hospital bed, in someone else’s body. My body felt light, fragile, and foreign, but my thoughts were my own.The only relief was that I was still in the same world — not some parallel dimension or fantasy realm with magic. I was still here, in the same city, maybe even the same timeline.But if my soul had entered this body… what happened to my body? Was it lying lifeless on the street, hit by that trailer? Did anyone find me? Did my boyfriend, Caleb, know what happened?My chest ached at the thought. I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. If all those rebirth stories I’d read had taught me anything, it was survival —
I opened my eyes slowly, my eyelids feeling too heavy, as if I hadn’t used them in years. The first thing I saw was a white ceiling, glowing faintly under bright lights. A strong smell of disinfectant filled my nose, and the steady beep… beep… beep beside me told me exactly where I was — a hospital. I groaned quietly, forcing my hand to move toward my head, but even that felt wrong. My arms were weak, heavier than I remembered, like they belonged to someone else. When I finally managed to touch my head, my fingers trembled. My skin felt different — smoother, softer. I rubbed my temple, trying to recall what happened, why I was even here. Then it hit me. Right. I was on my way to Apex Holdings. I’d finally landed my dream job after years of struggling. I’d crossed that busy road, my mind filled with plans and hope—and then there was a loud horn, brakes screeching, and… darkness. A trailer. I was hit by a trailer. A faint panic rose in my chest. Wait, so… I didn’t die? I was still
I smiled as I looked at the mirror and straightened my suit. At last. I had landed a job — and not just any job, but my dream job. The words echoed in my head like a song I never wanted to stop hearing.I smiled even wider, studying my reflection again, utterly satisfied with my look. The navy-blue suit wasn’t new, but it fit just right. I’d saved for weeks from my part-time jobs to buy it from a friend who once shared this same tiny room with me.It wasn’t perfect, but it made me look like someone who finally had a future.“Time to go to work,” I muttered to myself, smiling faintly as I glanced around my room.Calling it a room felt generous. It was barely large enough to fit a bed. it is just a mirror, and a small box where I kept my few clothes. A plastic chair sat in the corner beside two chipped plates and two spoons. The walls were cracked, the paint fading, but it was still home — my own place, my own little world.I had fought too hard to get here. Growing up in an orphanage w







