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.

around for a taxi, my eyes landed on

the morning-after pill, but quickly dismissed the thought. I had made my decision and there was no turning

about to hail a taxi, a familiar car pulled

was Max's car, a modest Volkswagen valued at around fifteen thousand. I remembered the license plate was 369. I craned my neck, curious to see this life's Max and wondering what he was doing at a pharmacy at this hour. Instead, Ronald

door, his gaze

expression, he seemed to wonder why a young woman like me was out alone

life, Ronald was a beacon

approach, I couldn't help but

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

you," I blurted out, feeling compelled for

puzzled but continued, "Where do you live?

was as kind-hearted

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

my name because he had

I spoke, my taxi

check his credentials before allowing me to

waved at

who had helped me

my

in my heart,

be grateful

always