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.

charge

Max, so I trusted her completely and had someone loudly announce my

last night, probably delayed by something. When I opened the door, Richard was there, setting up breakfast. "Decided to come

"Last night, I

knew no excuse would convince him, not when I didn't know how much

and unsteady, leaning against the wall. He

you do it?" The thought of Max covered in knife

surviving those injuries

helping me sit down. "You loved the lobster

breakfast."

is cold in

a moment, then said, "Then let's go out to

don't you cook instead? It's

seemed taken aback by my suggestion but still opened the fridge, which, despite his long absence, was

prepared for

along? A final breakfast?" He ignored my question, busying

packet of pills

pocket but ultimately decided