Regression - Second Chance At Life Novels & Stories

“You talk about this guy every day and how much you like him and all that butterfly crap how he is your happy ending.” “That was before, but things have gotten so complicated now, I’ve used up my chances…” “Please don’t start that third chance talk again” “You might not like to hear it, but it's true, and you have just got your second chance, so for my sake and yours, make sure you set things right with her, you might not be as lucky as me and my uncle to get three chances; maybe this is your second and last, so use it wisely, Nate.” As much this sounds stupid, a part of it also made sense. I don’t know how, but it does.

“Seeing the way you treat me today... I regret even less giving you a second chance to come back into my life.” Calvin drew in a long breath, deeply inhaling the fragrance of his wife’s hair as gratitude swelled endlessly within his chest. “And I promise, Darling... for the rest of my life, I will never make you regret this precious second chance.”

The current choice, made by someone who has two hundred chapters of choosing inside her. Below: The second life is not a correction of the first. It is a continuation that knows what the first one taught. The first life was not a mistake. It was the research. The second life is the practice the research earned. I have known this for years. I know it differently at two hundred chapters. More deeply. From the inside of a practice that is itself thirty-seven years old.

It was hard to believe. Did you know this? ‘We’re the same in this. We won’t be able to know if it’s me or not unless we are twenty-one. Even if she came back in time, there was no way we’d be able to learn anything until then.’ “You look horrified.” “That’s because I am. Regression can only be used under one condition; if something really bad happened then, what happened?” “Why?” “Because the life that is sacrificed is lost forever. If I used my ability on her then, who lost his life?”

People like to think a second chance feels like relief. A clean slate. A soft reset. Gratitude. A sense that something has been restored. The universe apologizing in a meaningful, actionable way. Instead of agonizing over the impossible that has clearly happened and the how of it and the myriad of existential issues her rebirth unleashed, Maya spends her first full day in her second life discovering that it mostly feels like being handed a detailed report on exactly how you failed the first time, with the helpful note: try not to do that again.

The person who left you when you needed him the most, you want me to look for me. ‘Maybe he would have a perfect reason to do so!! And who knows, after listening to his side of the story, I might think of giving him a second chance? I believe in giving a second chance if the person deserves it or has learned from his mistake rather than breaking the relationship forever. And those people who think a second chance is given to make things right then, they are wrong about it. It simply means that a second chance is given to prove that they can be better even after they fall.’

“Just give me a chance to make it up to you.” I looked him in the eye and said, “Do you know what regret really is? It’s realizing you have permanently lost the chance to make things right. My father is gone. The best years of my life are gone. My health is gone. What could you possibly offer to make up for any of it?”

I touched my face, and my eyes landed on the calendar. 2016? “Mum... are we not in 2026?” “2026? Are you crazy?” “You have an interview this morning, remember? I've made breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs quickly, okay?” “Hmmm.” I flashed her a smile as I slumped onto the bed. I thought I died... What happened? My mind flashed back to that moon. Could it be the light? I remembered making a wish. Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

Oh, how I regretted it. I wished that I could be given a second chance at life so that I could redo it all over again and treat Mia the way she deserved to be treated. But… if wishes were horses…

Stuck in what-ifs. The more I stared at her picture, the more I wished I could roll back time. I wished for a second chance. Just one chance to fix what I broke. If I died today and had the chance to return, I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d choose Eunice again. And I’d make damn sure I never made the mistake I made. A burning feeling built in my throat as I finally looked away from her picture. I turned my eyes back to the crack. I divided it carefully into separate lines on the table. I had never done this before, so I’d spent hours earlier watching videos online. I memorized everything I could.