Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Suddenly, I found myself not really wanting to go back. Wandering aimlessly down the city streets, it felt as though I had no home, nowhere else to go. I pulled out my phone to check my account balance.

Just over ten thousand.

That was supposed to cover my tuition.

Back at the Hart residence, Claude and Gabrielle would often give me money, but I hardly ever spent it. Living in their house, consuming their food and accepting their money made me uncomfortable. So, I usually took up side jobs and relied on my scholarship to scrape by. As I pursed my lips, my eyes caught sight of an apartment for rent.

A thought crossed my mind - maybe it was time to move out of the Hart residence as a first step?

After all, staying at the Hart's, I couldn't shake off the feeling that Claude grew more disdainful of me by the day.

But the apartments in this hotel district were prime real estate, likely only affordable for the well-heeled professionals.

So, the first step in my rebirth wasn't about revenge; it was about having money.

Claude owed me from my past life, and it felt right to use his money to make up for it in this life.

Maybe it was the second chance at life, but I found myself feeling surprisingly light. Gone was the timid, struggling person I used to be.

Instead, I felt carefree. He owed me, after all. Using his money was only fair.

My parents paid with their lives; why should I feel guilty? If anyone, they should be the ones feeling remorseful.

Preparing to catch a bus, that's when I realized they had stopped running for the night.

for a taxi, my eyes landed

pill, but quickly dismissed the thought. I had made

as I was about to hail a taxi, a familiar

was 369. I craned my neck, curious to see this life's Max and wondering what he was doing at a pharmacy at this

he closed the door,

he seemed to wonder why a young woman like me was out alone at this late

past life, Ronald was a beacon of justice, tirelessly working to uncover the

approach, I

It's just that it's quite late for you to be out here alone. It can be dangerous," he said, showing his

feeling compelled for some reason to

"Where do you live? I

was as

shook my head, "No, thank you, Mr. Collins. I'll catch a cab home. My name is Claire

name because he had

I spoke, my

the protector, stopped the driver to check

waved at

people who had helped

my

in my heart,

be

always