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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"WHAT DO YOU think it'll be like if you got to switch your major?"
Rachel smiled. "Amazing. I think I'll get to, but I'll have to talk to them one more time to ask. They really can't stop me, but I'm hoping they'll agree."
"I think they'll be on your side, too," I said. We've been chatting for the last hour, and judging by the warmth in her tone whenever she mentioned her parents, I realized that again, Rachel's family was different from mine. I had to get rid of the assumption that every family that fought related to mine. Even in the beginning, I thought Lina's mother was exactly like my father—controlling. Which was why I rebelled against what she wanted, but throughout the past few days, I've seen another side of her.
She was nothing like my father. Far from it.
"Rachel," I started. "Hypothetically, if your parents were terrible, and you had the chance to leave Andrew behind for your own freedom, would you?"
Her lips pursed. "Actually, one of my friends has a similar issue. Her dad's actually pretty abusive, physically I mean."
"Oh," I murmured. I guess I had to be relieved that Dad wasn't abusive. Just neglectful, and critical.
"Yeah. It's a lot to take in, I know. But what I couldn't really wrap my head around was how she left her younger siblings behind—moved half the state to get away from her family."
"Just like that?" Just like Ian?
Rachel shook her head. "I can't blame her. The way she told me... it sounded hard. And she's only human. But I think, if I were to be in that situation, I would take Andrew with me. He's family, after all. Shouldn't have to deal with it himself, even if he has to deal with this and this fight."
"Oh," I repeated, a lump growing in my throat. An unexpected response.
"Why? Is someone you know going through something?"
"Not really. Her parents aren't abusive, but she feels small whenever she's with them. Like they don't care about her." Other than the money that she brings in.
"I hope your friend can work it out with her family," Rachel said. "Lina, I'm so sorry for your friend. She doesn't deserve that. Nobody does." Me too. The record for me crying had to reach its limits, and if I cried now, she'd probably be offset by the tears. And I was tired of seeing my swollen eyes, and the burning icepack I'd put on them.
"Thanks," I said quietly. "She's feeling better now. Just needed some reassurance, I think."
"You can tell her to come to me anytime. It's hard finding people to listen to, but I'm a fairly good listener. I don't interrupt like Andrew does," Rachel snorted.
"Andrew never interrupted what I said."
"What do you mean?" Her eyes widened. "He does that all the time. Whenever you said a word, he'd finish it or interrupt you."
