Getting a second chance at life isn't exactly as enchanting as it seems.
Sohee Young, who lived life like the callous person she was, dies. She gets another chance to live life correctly though, and that is by swapping lives with Lina Park, who die...
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"YOU'RE SO OUT of it," Marshall muttered. "Are you sure the souleater didn't take your brain?"
I fiddled with the ring on my finger, unable to respond. My father's words Mind your own business circled throughout my mind. And normally, I closed off what happened—I never usually cared.
But... "I knew this woman." I confessed.
The woman Andrew helped at the cafe. Her wrenching pain twisted within me. I felt the seeping tiredness from fighting with her husband, saw the glares directed at her child, the resentment building in her with every cry. The rejection she faced from her parents, the brutality she endured alone in the hospital building, the darkening of her heart.
"What happened to her child?" The words slipped out of my mouth before I prevented them from escaping. I shook my head. "Don't answer that. I didn't mean it."
Though the leaves bristled as my dismissal, the woman made her own choice. It wasn't my fault she crashed and burned for it.
Marshall groaned when the hustle of students passed by us, waving at him. "Nap time's over. No wonder Michael sent me. You don't call this one a leader because it's the most decent looking."
"Can you stop vocalizing your disturbing thoughts?" I snapped. "I told you this for guidance, and if I wanted an elder encyclopedia on the traits of souleaters, I would have gone to Elizabeth."
"Guys!" Emma came over, hand clasped in Philip's, a giant grin stretched on her face. "Meet my boyfriend."
"We'll talk about this later," the elder promised.
"What's up," he said, tilted his head towards us in acknowledgment. Marshall and I eyed one another. With a nod, I extended my arm out to her boyfriend to shake it, as if we were business associates. Because what else was I supposed to do? Threaten him?
The denim jacket slung over his girlfriend didn't go unnoticed, but at least he had better fashion today than the last few days I've seen him—a nice polo shirt, for once, paired with faded ripped jeans. And clean sneakers to top it off. There had to be something more to this.
"Are you two going on a date tonight?"
Emma beamed. "Yeah! Our first date. I'm actually really nervous, but also not?"
"You better treat her properly," the elder mentioned easily, flinging a hand up to point at me. "Lina over here knows how to end your career."
At the statement, I rolled my eyes. I had better things to do than ruin his career over a high school relationship gone wrong. Philip gave us an easy shrug and an "I don't doubt it," but Emma slipped into damage control mode.
"He's joking!" She giggled. "Lina won't kill you—I mean your career! I promise you she won't touch it."
"Ems," he replied with a soft laugh, leaning into her open arms. "Relax. She's being protective of you."
