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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BODIES SLAMMED INTO me, and I grunted. Yeah, run into someone twice, possibly triple, your age and see if they don't hit you back. Chaotic as expected, people ran left and right, pushing and kicking at the walls for an exit. Wails pierced the air, cries of "Where are we?" and "What's happening?"
They'd get their answer soon—if the screen hadn't increased their panic already.
I pinched my nose in line at the stench, which hadn't evaporated one bit. Seriously. If the elders could rule multiple worlds, couldn't they hire an interior designer to make the room more inviting?
Though making it a lounge would probably get the hopes up of those who were supposed to be sent to the chamber. The scanner beeped again, moving the line along.
And I was next. No cutting, of course. Not this time. I rolled my shoulders back and strutted with confidence to the lady as if I were on a catwalk.
"Miss Young?" A smile plastered on the P.A.—personal assistant's—face, and I returned it. She hadn't aged a bit, as pristine as the airport scanner beside her. Still in the business-like clothes and with her hair in a bun. Unlike her though, I had aged—and changed. But I wasn't going to panic like I'd done years, no, decades ago. This time, I was content with my death, and content with my results.
Three-fourths red, and one-fourths black. My smile stretched across my face as the scanner gave off a little ping, the green light flashing.
The type acceptable in the Afterlife.
"The elders want to have another meeting with you, ma'am. Should I send you there it now or later?"
"Now's fine," I said. But instead of tumbling to the ground and landing on a chair, a light breeze passed by, sending the strands of my hair to swish left and right. I closed my eyes for a moment, and before I knew it, here I stood.
In front of the council.
Marshall gave me a knowing grin. His mischief hadn't disappeared one bit, filled with glee upon seeing me.
"Sohee Young. Time of entrance: February 14, 13:12:05. Welcome back."
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