Reborn in His Regret
After all, my original plan had been to get the inheritance.
Wesley was the kind of person I never needed to lift a finger for. He could not be more perfect.
During the seventh year after my rebirth, he took me to see the maple leaves.
The hills were blanketed in vibrant red, bursting with life and energy.
As we walked down the path, I quietly took his hand.
I wished, more than anything, that time could just stop right here.
(The End)