Revenge After Death

"Are you happy?" Rachel threw the question back at me.

I pondered for a moment before responding, "Habit is a scary thing."

Glancing at the screen of my phone, I recalled how panicked I was when Steven declined my call.

Was I truly happy after getting married? Well... It felt like "happiness" was just beyond my grasp.

First, I was inexplicably murdered, then inexplicably resurrected... or rather, reincarnated into the body of a completely stranger woman. And, inexplicably, the person lying next to me was the person I had mistaken as the murderer - Steven.

It seemed as though all the dramatic events one could possibly experience had happened to me.

I couldn't help but wonder: if these things happened to someone else, how would they cope? Could they handle it better than me?

In such a tense, suspicious, and dangerous environment, I struggled to find a way to survive, let alone find happiness.

"I don't yearn for love anymore." Rachel shrugged. "I promised my mom to go on a blind date. It's at seven tonight, so I'll be leaving soon."

Though Rachel agreed to the blind date, I could tell she wasn't happy about it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I wanted to talk her out of it, but I didn't know how.

get married soon, my mom is going to

to get married as soon as possible. You know my mom. She won't stop

school days, she once publicly scolded a male student in Rachel's research group, which made Rachel

she consistently imposed her own notions of what was best for her daughter, an approach that felt stifling and

to take a

deep breath.

smiled at me.

is my

told me a while ago: "Try trusting someone unconditionally for a change, will you? After all, life is a gamble.

the bet, she had

my phone and dialed Steven's

the bet... to

my call once again, sending

he have fallen into Yasmin's

for her blind

rainy sky, I watched her leave and noticed a car parked nearby. I was

evident

too,

seemed like prickly hedgehogs,

of hurting