My name's Andy, Andy Holt. My full name's Andrea Violet Holt, but that's too long. So I go by Andy, or Andy Holt. That's the name everybody knows me by.
When I was 17, I was diagnosed with Stage IV of lung cancer after I started coughing up blood. There was nothing the doctors could do; I was going to die, it was only a matter of months.
I was confined to a bed in a hospital ward, seldom visitors coming to say good-bye. It was as if everyone was too scared to see me die. I had lost a lot of weight and I could barely sit up on my own power. I was always in excruciating pain, but I refused to take morphine because someone might visit me.
The only way the doctors could get me to sleep was to pump my body full of sleeping drugs. I was too afraid to sleep in case I never woke up after.
I begged my parents and the doctors to let me see the countryside surrounding the small, little town I'd grown up in, and after a lot of pleading, they gave in. I saw the countryside, and soon after, I passed away in my sleep.
My last wish?
To end up someplace where I could be happy, have a better life, more friends, and maybe a romance.
Imagine my surprise when I woke up.
Alive.
As a baby.
In the Seven Deadly Sins.
I'm Andy Holt, and this is my story.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.