No More Saving Him
After reliving my life for the third time, Soren Vantrell still died at 28.
Unwilling to accept it, I started over again, meeting him and falling in love as before, until a sudden turn changed everything.
He began claiming his mental state was unstable, using it as an excuse to visit his psychologist, Dr. Nadia Pembroke, again and again.
Until one day, I caught them kissing inside her consultation room.
With a light, mocking laugh, Soren said, "You might think I’m crazy if I told you this, but I really have died three times. Every single time, I died right next to Sloane Hartwell.
"I was originally curious to see how she would try to save me this time. Now that I think about it, she must have been bad luck. Once I stayed far away from her, didn’t I end up living just fine?"
I quietly stepped back.
In this fourth life, whether he lived or died has nothing to do with me anymore.
This time, I was going to live my own life.