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.

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

know my mom. She won't stop

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

her own notions of what was best for her daughter, an

want to take a bet

deep breath.

me. belongs to

marriage is

a while ago: "Try trusting someone unconditionally for a

bet, she had

picked up my phone and

wanted to take the bet... to try

declined my call once again,

have fallen

for her blind

the gloomy, rainy sky, I watched her leave and noticed a

was evident that Zion

for Rachel too,

seemed like prickly hedgehogs,

hurting