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When I opened my eyes again, I was back ten years earlier. Maybe the pain had been too much. Or maybe, before I died, I really had seen Jace run into the flames. I convinced myself it had all been a dream. But now twenty-eight-year-old Jace was cruelly reminding me— It had all been real. And if that was true, then in this second life, I only wanted the people I loved to stay alive and safe. So I looked at the boy in front of me and gave him a faint smile. "I heard you."

But I’m here — breathing, blinking, aching — in the body of my younger self, living in the apartment I once hated and loved all at once. I watched the sunrise through the dusty slats of the window blinds, the light casting soft golden patterns on the peeling white paint of the wall. For a moment, I just stared. The sunrise felt like proof. Proof that I wasn’t trapped in some surreal afterlife. That this… this was earth. This was life. But what do you do when life hands you a second chance? I didn’t have an answer. Not yet. So I got out of bed. Slower this time, like I didn’t want to scare reality into disappearing.

and it hurts. How is that possible?! I already accepted the fact that I'm gonna rotten in hell because if suicide! But when I tried jumping off the building, all I ever did was to open my eyes and see myself alive. Again. Not wanting to waste the chances that I have, I started living my life. My golden life... But the difference between my real life versus my current life is... the current one is not true. And maybe-- maybe someday I will die. And something is different with my new life routine. In this second chance that I lived, things is a little bit weirder.

Choosing our kids. I look back on all I went through. My second chance feels complete. Now I get to live the life I was always meant to have. THE END.

My real life had only just begun. (The End)

CHAPTER 1 I enjoy coming to the park at night, it's a place where I can relax, think freely without having someone around to bother me for staring at nothing, lost in my thoughts. I like to contemplate the night sky full of stars, the beautiful moon shining brightly and just stop to think, will I always live like this for the next few years of my life? I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old.

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

“Aiden, you think this is about this life? You think I rejected you because of what you did this time?” Aiden's golden eyes widened in horror. He froze, as if struck by lightning. "You're... you're reborn, too?" he stammered. I looked at him, the man who was once my entire world. Now he was a pathetic wreck on a street corner. And I suddenly felt nothing. "Aiden," I said his name one last time. My voice held no hatred, only a dead, hollow calm. “In our last life, your son with Cora murdered me. In this one, you destroyed yourself. Don't you see, Aiden? With or without me, you are the architect of your own ruin. That was always your fate.”

“Nah. I think we’re just getting started. We are in the happy ending part of our story of life.” He looked puzzled at me so I explained it to him that life is just like a book. The beginning is our childhood and growing pains. The middle is teenage angst and early life lessons. The chaos is our twentys and everything. Climax is the end of it all and finally is our happiness and the resolution. He nods. “Never thought of it like that.” “I found mine,” I tell him. “Hope you found yours.” “I did,” he says. We shake hands.

"You need to be more sensible, Elvira." I spent my entire past life being sensible. I was sensible enough to marry the man the family had chosen for me. I was sensible enough to put up with his abuse. I was also sensible enough to play the part of a happy wife. However, I still died despite being sensible in my past life.