Rebirth Into My Second Chance

"Richard Price, would you believe me if I said I'd died before?"

This time, I didn't just call out his name casually. I said it with conviction, wanting him to understand the depth of my turmoil, the pain and division tearing through me.

"With me by your side, things will start looking up." As Richard spoke, he let go of me and pulled a glass jar from his bag. "Back at the orphanage, the old assembly hall where we used to study hadn't even had its concrete poured yet. I scooped up some soil from there and planted a seed in it. You only need to be patient and wait for it to sprout and grow. Everything will turn out alright once it reaches for the sun."

His words made me feel he knew something. Yet, perhaps he knew nothing at all. Maybe it was all just a coincidence.

"Okay." I cradled the glass jar, observing the dark soil and the moisture within. I placed it on the small windowsill of my office, facing toward the sun, chasing the rise and fall of day and night.

Richard suggested, "Aren't you a big fan of the food at Ember & Ash Grill? How about we go and grab a bite? Consider it a welcome back treat now that I'm out."

I knew he still saw me as someone with a mental disorder, gently coaxing me, afraid I'd feel hurt. Not wanting him to worry, I nodded in agreement.

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