"My sword is one inch away from slicing your neck. My victory is one inch away, yet why can't I do it, Althea? What kind of spell have you cast on me to have me thinking about you all day?!"
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Byeol meets a tragic death at age nineteen...
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Sometimes my mind goes back to my past life. It's only for a moment, and when it happens, I shut it off immediately. Why sulk over things that I'll never get back?
Now was one of those times. As Aias and I made our way through the building, my mind started to wander to what I would be doing had I not died that night.
If I hadn't ran the red light, if that car had stopped before it hit me - would fate still find a way to bring me here? Or was I just a replacement and anybody could fill the role?
If Althea hadn't ended her life - If I never read that novel - would I be in college now? Would Al-
"Althea." A male voice called out. I recognized it immediately, but my eyes were searching for the crown prince. I must've fallen behind after I got lost in thought, dammit...
"Isaac," I breathed out, finally turning around. There he stood, at the end of the hallway, looking as if he didn't confess his obsession with me just a couple hours ago. "Let me explain..."
"You don't have to."
I frowned at his words, confused.
"What are you talking about?"
His expression wavered, a weak smile playing at his lips. "Althea... I get it now..." he whispered in a strained voice. I barely heard him. I took cautious steps towards him to be able to hear him better.
"Isaac?" I called out when he didn't continue.
That's when I saw it. I glanced down at his well-tailored suit, one that would suit a noble of his status. The one that was blue a couple minutes ago. It was now red. Blood red.
"I get it..." he chuckled, coughing out and staining his hands with blood.
"Isaac!" My scream rung out before I could stop it. I didn't realize I was running up to him, not until I was shaking his shoulders, willing him to stay awake.
He choked on his own blood, tears filling his eyes. "He tricked me," he continued, his voice more strained than ever - as if every breath was torture.
"Don't- don't speak..." I whispered, helping him sit down. I hovered my hand over his chest, trying to gather my power.
Nothing.
Why is nothing happening? Where are my powers?!
I shut my eyes, hoping it'd help, yet the familiar glow didn't come. The bleeding only became worse, and I realized I was shortening his lifespan, as much as that was by now.
