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.

married soon, my mom is going to drive me crazy." Rachel

as possible. You know my mom. She won't

had grown paranoid and controlling after experiencing heartbreak. During Rachel's school days, she once publicly scolded a male student in Rachel's research

she consistently imposed her own notions of what was best for her

take a bet too."

deep breath.

me. belongs to

marriage is

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

the bet,

agreement, I picked up my phone and dialed

to

declined my call once again, sending me into a

he have fallen

for her

a

was evident

too, but

seemed like prickly hedgehogs,

hurting each other