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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I WAS WRONG.So wrong.
Marshall once informed me that the council had adjusted a little bit of my life for Lina's comfort, dabbled in New York for a bit.
But never would have I thought I'd encounter such a shocking change. Maybe I hadn't properly killed the souleater, and he took over my father's form again.
Maybe—though this one sounded absurd—the world was ending. Because when I offered him dinner—as someone who had set eating schedules—he had declined. Instead, he cleared his throat and said, "Actually, before dinner, I was hoping you'd take a look at the present I got you."
My body tensed, and knees quivered as Ian smirked. What? His priorities were always dinner, paired with the endless clinking of forks against plates and cups against the table, and then talking. Not only that, but I never asked for gifts, and if I did, he never got me them. Our relationship was downgraded to business partners.
"A present?" I asked but followed, eyes never leaving the bag in the hand's grasp. The blue coating with no brand name gave nothing away. As we passed the living area into his study, he placed the bag on his mahogany desk and loosened his tie. Hung the suit on the hanger beside him, since he had a mini-closet in this room.
"How was your... time alone?" He questioned, and I rolled my shoulders back.
"Fine." Nothing more, nothing less. "I don't see why you're interested though, when you've never been."
He sighed. Didn't run a hand through his hair—that meant total distress—but instead undid his cufflinks. "Yes. But since our conversation, I figured we should try."
"Maybe you should talk to your daughter!" Lina shouted. "Or does she not have feelings either?"
"Yeah? Well you know how I felt the last few days? Terrible. I just came back realizing that my father's a different person, and he's attempting to have a new personality, but he's been a horrible parent for who knows how long."
For once, I didn't care that he couldn't understand what my words meant. I got why Lina received the special treatment, but maybe if I grew up under her circumstances, I'd be in her position right now.
He stayed silent, so I continued. "Why? Why would you make me suffer for seventeen years and suddenly decide to switch personalities?"
"I don't know," he stated, honest. "I saw Ian becoming a mess and saw potential in you. You know that I immigrated here, worked hard to make this living."
There had to be some truth in there, but to what degree? And as I expected, he had no experience in having serious conversations, something Ian and I definitely did not inherit.
"What, so you wanted me to keep your lineage going or something?" I rolled my eyes. "Don't make me laugh."
"I'm not going to take this kind of attitude from you," my father responded sharply, and my lips thinned in a straight line. "But I will do my best to listen to your thoughts more."
