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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"MY KNEES HURT," Andrew groaned as we trudged to his house. More like crawled, but I knew he was exaggerating. My mother punished him for not treating me properly—I stepped in when she began accusing, out of the kindness of my heart, but she harrumphed and told me to stay in my own lane.
Which I did. And Andrew had sat there, crouched on the ground, half defending his honor and the other half apologizing for making me cry, facing the hits of my mother's paper towel roll.
"I thought it was well deserved," I said, and he bumped his hip with mine.
"Uh huh. Don't fake pity me. You totally enjoyed it."
Of course. I hadn't even tried to hide it. When Mom went as far as blaming him for me spending all that money, he had apologized and told her that he'd make me return most of the things. She'd responded by smacking him again, him yelling, Imo!, my father laughing, and her asking him if he was trying to confine my freedom. All in all, it was a mess.
But that was what my life came down to since I became Lina, and I was quickly adapting to it. From clean-cut houses, sharp parents, and bathing in fresh smells, I now smelled like kimchi or meat constantly, and lived in a somewhat cluttered yet cozy house.
And I was learning how to treat the people around me better. And I had people who defended my honor, no matter how crazy they looked.
Andrew shoved his hands in his pockets when we got to his house. "Thanks for walking me home. You should've stayed though."
I rolled my eyes at how he tried to get me to stay home for about a good five minutes. "Just making sure that you didn't fall over the way here."
"Are you worried about me?" He teased. "I walked fine."
"Please. You wobbled the whole way here."
The two of us quieted, and he took a step forward. I kept my eyes on his, rubbing my lips together. Ignoring my pounding heart, who forced me to breathe a little faster.
Soft hands brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, and slid down to near my shoulders, where the strand ended.
"You look happier," I said. The stress of last week left him, and instead of the high strung shoulders that wound him up, the easygoing expression returned.
"I like this look on you, too. Relaxed. Less uptight. Less snappy."
My eyes narrowed, and he let out a soft chuckle. Instead of going inside, though, he rolled on the balls of his feet. I'm ready to talk, his eyes screamed. But being the pushover he was, he'd probably push it back to a day where I was free.
"You want to go to the beach?" I offered, before I could stop myself.
"Maybe we shouldn't go today. I just escaped your mom's wrath, I don't want more." Though Andrew loved his parents, he loved Lina's as well, and I could tell that the mini fight we had, and the disappointment in my parents would weigh on his mind.
