Because It's My First Life Novels & Stories

Because he had done it once and it ended up being a disaster. Priamos nodded and headed after Nicolas. I took another moment for myself. Gripped the banister until my knuckles were white. My heart trembled. Ached. When had my life become so complicated? Maybe the day after I was born. Because your family let you experience the first taste of what it was like to be alive. And I had only ever known their brutality.

"I have you, and for the first time in my life, I do not feel like I am waiting for the world to end. I am just living." I closed my eyes and soaked up the moment.

I didn’t respond. I just nodded. And as the car moved forward again, one thing was clear in my mind—steady, unshaking, unavoidable. I wasn’t doing this for revenge. I wasn’t doing this out of anger. I was doing this because I needed my life back. And this was the first step.

In my first life, I had died believing love was a trap. In this one, I realized it was a choice. “Yes,” I whispered. Then louder, steadier, “Yes.” He pulled me into his arms, holding me like he was afraid the world might still try to steal me away. For the first time since my rebirth, I wasn’t looking over my shoulder. Yet somewhere deep in my chest a faint unease stirred. Because I knew better than anyone else. A second life didn’t mean the universe was done collecting its debts. As the sun fully rose over the city, my phone vibrated on the counter behind us.

I look down at my stomach and hold myself together with both arms, like if I let go, I will disappear. Inside me, life is beginning. And nothing will ever be the same again.

“There they are! Hold on, let me get a clearer image…” It’s impossible to describe that first look. It was like the world filled with color I’d never been privy to, even as everything beyond that tiny little dot faded away. I felt bigger, and smaller, both more and less important, as all my priorities slid into new places. This was my child. This was the life I was doing all of this for; this was the life that was worth it.

“Let’s just survive this first, alright? Your life is starting to sound like one of your novels.” I smile, knowing she’s right. But that’s exactly what makes it fun.

Letting myself enjoy the moment until I, too, drifted off into slumber. I don’t know what happened during the night if I had a dream that I couldn’t recall, but I opened my eyes on a new day feeling alive and happy, like genuinely bone-deep happy. There was nothing else on my mind but her, and even though I knew that her being the first thing I thought about when I opened my eyes was heading into dangerous territory, I couldn’t fight the pure joy; I had no defense.

“No comment.” But I stopped him. My hand closed over his, firm. “I’ll answer.” My pulse hammered, but I forced my voice steady. “Because life happened,” I said, loud enough for the entire room to hear. “Because I was a teenage mother with no support system, disowned by the people who should have loved me most. Because survival took priority over lectures and essays.” I drew a shaky breath. “And because sometimes, people stumble. But stumbling doesn’t mean you don’t get back up.”

Bo Ra asked, “Let me finish. Why are you doing these all to me? I didn’t help you for at least once. But you… Why?” Hyun Joo said, “There is no other reason. It’s all because of just one thing. I love you.” Bo Ra asked, “Just for that?” Hyun Joo said, “Yeah! But don’t start to cry because of my answer. You are my first crush, you are my first love, you are my first kiss. Everything… you are the very first to me. Not only now always.” Bo Ra said, “I love you too.”