Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I followed behind them, feeling defeated, as we made our way back home.

When we arrived, the sky, which was bright moments ago, unleashed a thunderous roar. They say April showers bring May flowers, but June? June's as fickle as a lover's promise.

Out of nowhere, it started hailing, pelting the car windows with icy fury.

"Damn, hail now?" the friends cursed under their breath.

I couldn't help but laugh. My luck was worse than a cursed protagonist in a folk tale.

But Claude was too busy ensuring Kate wasn't hurt, soothing her worries. Being loved by him must feel like a dream.

I remember once I cooked fish on a whim. Just as Claude and Kate dropped by, I offered Kate a taste. But she instantly reacted to an allergy, her throat swelling up, and she couldn't breathe. We rushed her to the hospital. Claude forced me to kneel outside the operating room.

I resisted, but he spat, "Claire, apologize. You're getting off easy. It is manslaughter. I could have you locked up in a heartbeat."

Tears rolled down as I insisted on my innocence. But Claude was seeing red. His buddies pinned me down, forcing me to bow until my forehead bled, with doctors and nurses eventually stepping in to pull me away. Even till this moment, the memory throbbed.

Back then, despite my timidity, such humiliation was a heavy blow to my pride. I went home and threatened to jump off the roof. I thought dying was better than living in disgrace.

Gabrielle begged me. "If you die, how can I face your

me back from the edge. I didn't dare to end my life because

me. I'll make Claude apologize

stepped aside for Kate. That might have spared

he pointed at the balcony railing, "Jump. You're always all talk. You've never had the

don't speak to Claire that way," Fighting back, Gabrielle tried to hit

go through with it. Just like

deep down, he believed

die without having him. Perhaps he thought my love, or the love of one so cherished, made

en

was ever such a fool for

hail snapped me

Claude's phone rang.

Swn?

"Claude, I had a dream. In my dream, Claire was pregnant, trapped in a fire, screaming for

he glanced at the clock, showing nine