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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"RELAX," EMMA SOOTHED. "Your parents love you. I'm sure if you explain what happened, they'll understand."
Yeah, but even love had its limits. And for the past few weeks, I'd been toeing the line, until I finally crossed it today.
"You and I both know that they're not going to be," I muttered.
"I mean... yeah, they might be mad at you. But they'll get over it sooner or later."
Why didn't you stop me from shopping? I wanted to turn this on Emma, make it her fault. After all, she had accompanied me. But I was the one who ignored her warnings and walked in store after store. I was the one who put her in danger today—even if she'd encountered the revived herself, it traced back to me.
"I can go in with you if you want," Emma offered, but her words barely reached me. I stared at the lamp hung on the front porch, head rested on the car window. Of course, maybe Lina had it different, like Ian did.
Both parents pause and continue eating, as if Ian didn't just exclaim that he refused to go to Harvard, my father's alma mater. The disappointment etched on my father's face wasn't vocalized to appease my mother. And Ian sent me a sorry look, knowing very well that if the same words came out of my mouth...
"What? So we're going to pretend like this conversation never happened?"
A glare from my father. I let out a bitter laugh. So I'm the one exploited in this family.
The golden son, untouchable.
"Stop talking," my mother snapped, clearly sensitive about the matter concerning her son. Though she wanted him to attend Harvard, too, she loved him too much to tell him otherwise. Always supporting him, no matter what he did.
He could decide to rob a bank and she'd cover him.
"I didn't even start," I snarked back. "You want to hear talking? I'll show you talking."
"Sohee," my father warned. "I don't want to hear another word from you."
"See what happens?" My mother scoffed and shook her head. "Every time you open your mouth, the atmosphere in this family gets worse. You're the reason why this family can't get along. And if you weren't here, none of this would be an issue."
I got the context: We wish you never existed. I wish I never had you. The familiar sting in my nose caused me to clench the table and grit my teeth. I refused to cry in front of them.
"Excuse me," I muttered, emotionless. "I think I'll go apply for Cambridge now." Located in a different country, where I could escape all these psychopaths.
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"Lina." When I walked in, my parents sat next to each other, the glowing screen reflecting their faces—both remained concentrated, with eyebrows knit together and lips pursed. In an instant, I compared the huge screen TV that nearly covered the whole wall in our house, and the suffocating feeling my chest grew.
