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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"HOW COME NOBODY'S asked me out for a date? I'm still at the prime of my age." Marshall complained. Coming back from the ritual, the salty ocean's smell lingered in my nostrils, and the breeze that sent my hair in a frenzy our way back lightened my body. For last half hour, Andrew and I had talked about nothing relevant, giggling over how little pictures his camera roll had.
Yet there I sat, enjoying myself.
"Just—no. Stop annoying me." I pushed him towards the lockers, hoping that the blue shirt he wore would blend in with their colors. When he barely moved an inch, I groaned. "Go talk to Emma. Or Elizabeth."
"I miss romance," the elder let out a wistful sigh. "Of course, I could date one of the revived who finally settled in the afterlife."
"With that much time on everyone's hands, I'm sure there's some sort of Tinder for the revived available up there." And maybe he'd stop his childish antics on those of us living on Earth and bother a bunch of whatever age they chose grandmas and grandpas instead.
"The app?" He gasped, incredulous. "You think we're foolish enough to find love with a computer being our matchmaker? What's it going to do? Program someone with my good looks?"
"You have time. I'm sure you'll love scamming people if you refuse to find somebody," I rolled my eyes. Why was Mr. Novak's classroom located at the very end of the building? Might as well be placed in the other one.
"I'm not shallow enough to digitally express myself," Marshall declared. "Unlike cowards, I actually have the guts to express my interest."
"I'm sure half the population agrees with your brave decision to indulge in a celibate lifestyle. Really, you're doing us all a favor."
"I'm popular. People have loved me for centuries!" As to make a point, when several girls gave him a finger wave, he smirked.
"Listen," I huffed. "I'm—what are you doing!" Before we rounded the isolated hallway, where Novak's class was located, the elder gripped my arm and dragged me into a closet. As soon as the door clicked shut, a shrill piercing echoed in the stuffy room.
"Now I'm late," I snapped. "Why are we even talking about your love life? We both know I'd be the last person you come to for help."
The wrinkles in his forehead appeared. "I thought you prided on being fashionably late. And you said that class was a waste of time."
"Punctuality is important sometimes," I defended. "And some of us have a test to take."
Marshall took in a deep breath, and his jaw tightened. The baby face he wore turned rigid, changing his bright, rounded eyes into a sharper, predatory one. Seeing Elder Marshall caused me to sober up, and I straightened my back, quiet.
"The entire council's panicking because of the souleater's ability to possess the revived. Though we still haven't figured out its intent, the obvious reason as of right now is that it's becoming a food chain. It manipulates the revived to feed on souls, and then takes that for itself..."
