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I thought about Bruno, about our secret relationship and his sudden departure. And as I walked, I began to see things more clearly. I realized that I had been living in a state of limbo, waiting for something to happen rather than taking control of my own life. I realized that I had been given a second chance, a chance to start over and create the life I truly wanted.

That's human. Fifteenth, and this is the most important one: You survive. Not just physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. Completely. You survive and you thrive and you build a life so beautiful it makes the before seem like practice. Like preparation for the real thing. The night you're living through right now? The worst night of your life? That's not the end of your story. It's not even the middle. It's just the moment when everything false falls away and everything real begins.

Maybe it was time to take a break from the nightlife, at least until I could figure out what had happened last night. We finished processing the paperwork, the official stamp on my VISA a tangible symbol of a new beginning. As a thank you for their support, I treated Trisha and Joana to lunch, the clinking of silverware against plates a welcome distraction from the whirlwind of emotions I'd been navigating. "Are you leaving alone?" Trisha asked as we were finishing our meal. "Yeah," I said, a determined glint in my eye. "New life, new me." "That's good to hear," Joana said, her voice laced with warmth. "And you need to heal." I chuckled, her words hitting a chord of truth.

I creased my brows as if it took me some effort to recall. "Oh…" I suddenly gasped in realization, deliberately letting myself trail off before flashing an innocent smile. "So that was you—I'm so sorry, but like you said, it happened twenty years ago. It was so long ago that I've forgotten it. See, as I've accomplished so much important research work day after day, who has time to remember such… trivialities?"

Or some creepy rebirth ritual by a bored cosmic god who decided to play with my life when I made that prayer while falling. Is this my second chance? Did something…or someone…pull my soul from my dying body and shove it in this one? My breathing turned harsh. If this is a second chance at life…fine. Good. Bonus life unlocked. But I swear…I’m not letting anyone treat me like dirt again. No more begging to be loved. No more trusting the wrong people. No more being weak. This time…I will protect myself. This time…people will bleed before I do. But first, I need to survive long enough to understand this world.

"And now it's done. Not perfectly — there are still threads, there are always threads. But the thing that brought you back has been addressed. The unfinished thing is finished." "And?" Nyla said. "And I think what happens is that you stop running and start living," Sophia said. "Not in a small sense — not just that you take a breath and then keep doing the same thing more slowly. I think the quality of the life changes. I think you stop being someone who is returning to something and start being someone who is simply here." She paused. "I think the second life, when the purpose that called it into existence is resolved, becomes just — a life. Your life. Continuous with the first one, shaped

It's weird to talk to something that won't reply to me -he thought. After a deep sigh, he took the map, and some reserves of meat and water then packed them up along with the egg in his improvised but large backpack and burned down the books he read already. He knew they would not be of use for him anymore. Then it began, the story of a boy who lost everything he had twice, and still managed to move on by accepting his fate in a world that was about to do anything to kill him and take away his unborn partner from him to study it. A merciless world.

I had bought us time, a chance to regroup and reevaluate our strategies. As I lay there, my chest heaving with each labored breath, my mind began to shift gears. The battle was not over; it had merely entered a temporary lull. There were decisions to be made, plans to be forged, and alliances to be considered. In the quiet moments that followed, I mulled over the possibilities that lay before us. The road ahead was treacherous, filled with uncertainty and peril. But one thing remained clear—we would not yield. We would rise from the ashes, fortified by our resilience, and prepare for the battles yet to come.

I asked, watching as the space around us turns clear, with only a slight fog. "I just want to say that this; giving you a chance to come back to life was one of the greatest decisions I've made. Not only have you gone off the rails, you also have managed to carve your own source of happiness." I said nothing, as out of nowhere, he began to float, laying back with his arms down to his sides, the scythe keeping him balanced. "But I know you have something up your sleeve. So please, make it worth my while." he said, as a skeletal version of himself walked out from him and disappeared.

He wants to rip her head off her body right now. Thomas is going to kill Melina the second he finds her. Nobody, absolute nobody, he means no single fucking soul on this motherfucking earth, can ever make a fool of Thomas and live to see another day, but Melina has, and not just once but twice. Melina doesn’t seem to value her life because the moment Thomas finds her, he’ll make her regret meeting him far more than she did before. Thomas will kill her from the inside out. When he’s done with her, Melina will wish she’d never been born. ***