I'm Reborn, but My Obsession With Him Is Not
I had already decided to move, choosing a life in the countryside. I had made this choice willingly to get away from everything here and begin my life all over again.
It was then that the police officer regarded me with faint sympathy, saying, "Mr. Smith has asked for you, Ms. Warner. He's been quite insistent about seeing you one last time. Do you intend to go see him?"
I stopped what I was doing momentarily. I recalled his smiling face in the wheat field, dressed in a clean white shirt. It was quickly replaced by the memory of his determined handwriting, inscribing the word "mire" in his autobiography before my death in my past life.