Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I deliberately reminded him, expecting maybe a flicker of change across his face, but no, it remained impassive. Yet beneath that calm, I knew too well the storm that was raging. "It's okay. I brought you some coconut water, your favorite brand," he said, his voice steady.

I tilted my head in agreement, watching as he began to lay out our late-night snack. Despite myself, I went over to help.

Then, cutting straight to the point, I asked, "Did the dean cause the wound on your back?"

He seemed taken aback by my bluntness, pausing momentarily in his actions.

"It's fine. I've already applied some ointment."

He didn't mention his visit to my apartment last night, and I decided not to push it.

He got me a lobster with basil flavor this time, instead of his usual spicy choice. Was he thinking about my pregnancy?

"Richard, could there be anything harmful in this? It won't cause a miscarriage, right?" I couldn't keep up the pretense any longer.

As he methodically prepared the lobster and placed it in my bowl, he reassured, "I've told you, I would never hurt you in this lifetime."

I scoffed lightly, "What about in a past life, then?"

"Richard, do you believe in reincarnation?" I asked him once more.

he looked at

some reason, that made my breath

he suggested I was crazy, needing psychiatric help.

back to eating

but I couldn't get through," I said, watching him take a sip of

I need to know

glint passing briefly behind

conversation had become a clash of

he was walking into

handle all the pressure from my mother to

was

me, my unborn child twitching in

I'll die too," I declared, knowing I had nothing left to threaten

I boldly speculated

tainted heart,

only purity

years, which is

he hadn't hurt me.