Rebirth: A Life for a Life
I couldn't help but wonder if she'd slipped something bad into it.
This time around, I didn't dare touch it. I slid the jar back to her. "You can have it."
After watching her finish it, I went back to my bedroom and dabbed some moisturizer on my face to test my suspicion. In no time, dark spots bloomed across my skin, in the exact same places as the ones on Mirabelle's face.
As I expected, things hadn't changed even though I was given a second chance at life. I recalled how, in my previous life, the more skincare I used, the more spots and wrinkles I developed, as if I had aged 20 years overnight.