Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Tears blurred my vision as I watched Claude, wielding a baseball bat like a modern-day knight, bravely fighting off three thugs who had us cornered.

It felt like a victory.

Claude had come to my rescue in this life, heroic and unwavering, and suddenly, I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

I struggled to my feet, desperate to escape, but one of the thugs noticed. He grabbed my hair and threw me against a nearby pillar, my stomach slamming hard against the unforgiving concrete. Pain shot through me, drenched in cold sweat.

And there was Kate, in the corner, cackling like a witch out of some dark fairy tale.

I curled up, praying for Claude to win this impossible fight. But as Claude fell, beaten down, Kate's laughter pierced the air, "Saving her means risking your life. Is it really worth it?" Was it really worth it?

"Claire, it's worth it." Claude, kneeling on one knee, looked up at me through gritted teeth.

Then, a thug struck her head, and she collapsed in front of me.

The debt of a past life's rescue repaid in this moment.

I was frozen in shock.

The thugs, triumphant, began to advance on us, crudely tearing at my clothes in front of Claude.

towards

our past life," I said with a bitter laugh, wondering if this

the place was flooded with

factory door was kicked open, and a

was gently wrapped around me, and I

open my eyes to see my savior, but I was overwhelmed by a familiar, comforting scent. I

drifted off, I saw Claude being

this life,

say goodbye to

and cry out weakly for help, "Save my

Crying, I lost consciousness.

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sterile smell

abruptly, touching my stomach,

there, checking on me with a

could

him, clutching his

have

it still

a heartbeat?" Content Belongs