Rebirth Into My Second Chance

In the end, I never got to taste Max's barbecue ribs.

Because I fled. My heart was wrestling with itself, torn between fear that Max was truly Maximilian, and the dread that he wasn't. How was I to find the real Maximilian? So, I made up an excuse and left early.

Wandering aimlessly through the streets alone.

When I longed for home, the orphanage had undergone a complete makeover.

When I missed my parents, not even a memorial stone was to be found.

No wonder in my past life, even in death, I was a restless spirit with nowhere to go.

I looked up, hoping to see the moon, but it was obscured by clouds.

After aimlessly wandering for a while, I returned to the base of my apartment building and instinctively looked up at Max's apartment. No lights were on; he sure went to bed early. Stepping out of the elevator, I saw Claude standing at my door, no longer needing a wheelchair after a few days of recovery.

"What are you doing here?"

I immediately pressed the elevator button, ready to jump back in if he tried anything funny.

"Claire, let's talk," he said, moving closer, causing me to step back.

"Claude, what's there to talk about? We have no feelings, no complications between us. We're strangers now."

you given your feelings to? Maximilian? When did you

pinned me against the elevator doors, his eyes

"I don't know him."

how did he take

indeed Maximilian who had rescued me

did know him, what's

grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the corner of the

QUMS

me!" I struggled to free

to love only me. Is it because you met Maximilian? Do you only like people with power and despise me?" The Claude I knew had made a name for himself in the

the first time I saw

poverty had left him

we can talk." I feared he might do something drastic, so I decided to

he let go with a cold

Floyd, a man like

like you. How about I buy you a

Springs was Claude's father's hometown, where he once said he'd settle

plotting was just to turn me into your

were nothing but a

can't let go