Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I clamped my hands over my ears, refusing to listen. Max, who'd sworn he'd rather die than surrender, was still lying in bed, and I just couldn't bear the thought of going through that again. There were too many people I wanted to save. But I was utterly powerless.

"Claude, don't you die on me," I said before turning and running away.

But at that moment, Claude was actually smiling as he handed a black bag to his bodyguard.

It wasn't until the next day when I used what was in the bag that I understood.

I spent the night beside Max, feeling his body temperature gradually fall.

"Max, you gotta wake up soon, buddy. If you do, we might just have won this thing."

I rested my head on his arm, the one without wounds, and felt his warmth. It was the only comfort I had these past few days.

Without him, life felt empty and meaningless. I fell asleep by his side, and in my dreams, I felt someone kiss my forehead.

I smiled in my sleep.

The next morning, I woke up early to find Max unchanged. He was in no condition to move, but I figured he'd be safe now with the Hilton family.

Helen in charge

completely and had someone loudly

When I opened the door, Richard was

clenching my fists: "Last night, I went to see Max

convince him, not when I didn't know how

light and unsteady, leaning against the wall. He reached out to steady

do it?" The thought of Max covered in knife wounds, the pain

surviving those

stroke of luck," he said, helping me sit down. "You

breakfast."

"Crab is cold in nature; it could cause a

said, "Then let's go out to

"Why don't you cook instead?

by my suggestion but still opened the fridge, which, despite his

prepared for

A final breakfast?"

the packet of pills in

pocket but ultimately decided