"Did you say something?" I asked him.
"No," he replied.
(MC POV)
"Good."
With that single word, she turned around and began to walk away.
But I wasn't done.
"I wasn't done," I said quietly, almost instinctively, and reached out—gently grabbing her hand to stop her.
She paused. First, her eyes dropped to where our skin touched. Then she lifted her gaze to meet mine. That look—steady, unreadable—made me release her hand, almost immediately.
"I just wanted to ask you…" I hesitated, then added in a softer voice, "How did you die?"
For a brief second, I wasn't even sure why I asked.
But somewhere buried under my words, there was a flicker of hope.
"Accident," she said. Her tone was flat. Distant. And with that, she turned away again and began to walk off.
This time, I let her go.
"…Me too," I whispered under my breath.
But she didn't hear. Or maybe she did—and chose not to look back.
As she walked further away, her figure disappearing down the corridor, I allowed myself one foolish thought.
That maybe…
Maybe in this life, it was her.
~Last life~
(MC POV)
Rain fell steadily, a soft percussion over the cemetery's silence.
Water streamed down the boy's hair, soaking through his clothes, but he didn't move. He just stood there—motionless—before a freshly dug grave. In his trembling hands, he held a crumpled piece of paper.
The ink had run.
The paper, soggy and torn, had barely survived the storm. Most of the words were lost… except for a few haunting fragments:
"By @#$ Time ___ ___ ____ & <,.. be g*3e"
And at the very bottom, still legible through the smudges, two clear words remained:
"I'm sorry."
~Present~
(Liá POV)
"I lied."
Don't ask me why.
I just—I couldn't handle that look.That godawful, unbearable look.The one that's not quite sadness… not quite fear…But pity.
The kind people give when they hear cancer.
Like you're already gone.Like your laugh is a countdown.Like your existence is a tragedy with an expiration date.
So yeah—I lied.
\Scene breaker\
(MC POV)
I slowly walked into the gym.
Liá was in the far corner, alone, doing push-ups with perfect rhythm, her body rigid with focus. Raven was hammering the punching bag with precise, punishing hits. Instinct told me not to interrupt Liá—something about her presence screamed leave me alone.
So I did.
Instead, I headed to my usual spot and got started on my daily workout.
Two hours passed. Sweat clung to my shirt like a second skin, and my arms felt like lead. Time for breakfast.
As I stepped toward the canteen, he showed up—Simp.
"I would like to talk to you," he said, stepping in front of me.
I walked right past him. I already knew what this was about—and no way in hell was I going to give up Ana. Why?
Because I don't like him. Simple as that.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" he snapped, reaching for my shoulder.
Wrong move.
I grabbed his wrist and turned my head slowly toward him.
"No."
He froze. The tension between us hung in the air.
Then, to my surprise, he spoke again. This time, softer.
"I'm sorry for whatever trouble I caused you. But can you at least let me take a look at it?"
I blinked. That… almost sounded like an apology. Huh. Didn't think he had it in him.
Still, I let out a sigh and said calmly, "I'm sorry too. But no matter how you put it, I won't hand over my belt," because, technically, it is my DNA, and no way in hell I'm letting someone in the Marvel universe touch my DNA.
That's rule 101.
No matter what he says or how friendly he is to me, I won't. And getting my reply, he looked disappointed, though I didn't stand too long there and walked to the canteen.
\Scene breaker\
After breakfast, I went to my room, because there is still a time duration for training. Also, I have an idea that I have to work, and I have just the guy to do it.
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