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.

my mom is going to drive

sake, I have to get married as soon as possible. You know

controlling after experiencing heartbreak. During Rachel's school days, she once publicly scolded a male student in Rachel's research group, which made

emotions, she consistently imposed her own notions of what was

want to take a bet too."

a deep breath.

at me. belongs to .net

marriage is

a while ago: "Try trusting someone unconditionally for a change, will you? After all,

if she lost the bet, she had nothing

in agreement, I picked up my phone and

the bet... to try trusting him unconditionally for

Steven declined my call once again, sending me into a

fallen into

departed for her blind

leave and noticed a

evident

too,

seemed like prickly hedgehogs,

hurting each other