Plotline's Ms. Gate Crasher

Twenty Eight

"Are you sure with this, Mr. Walker?"  the scientist's assistant asked me.

I nodded and signed the same contract that Barbara signed two years ago.

I will undergo the same experiment like she did. But unlike her living body, they will take my already dying body instead.

Cliché huh? Eight months ago after the scientists took her body, I collapsed at my office and was diagnosed with stage four stomach cancer. It was too late to take any treatment and was only given a  month to live.

"This cannot happen. You're still young to get sick and it should be me who's lying down there, not you!" My father cried while hugging my weak body.

It's only been two weeks and I lost so many pounds since the result came. My face is pale and my eyes sunken.

"Father"

"It's my fault. I should've taken care of you. Oh dear God! Cynthia must have hated me for treating you cruelly all this time", he mumbled. Both shocked and regret overwhelm him to the point that he can't accept that I'm leaving this sooner.

I tiredly inclined myself on the bed. Feeling so suddenly tired. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My father still keeps mumbling something about his regret as if he could turn back time and change everything but we all know that it is already too late.

"Father", I weakly said, eyes still closed.

He stopped and looked at me.

"Please let me rest"

"No!" My father shrieked in horror as if I was saying my last goodbye.

"I'm tired. I want to sleep"

"Oh", he sighed and took a seat.
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The day I closed my eyes, all I can see my father's figure crying his heart out. Though it's sad that my wish only happened for my dad to notice me, cared for me when I'm sick and dying, some part of me is happy that I'm going to meet my mom and Barbara in next life.

My mind wonder at the content that contract that I signed. Once we regained our memory from our past lives. Those memories from the last would give a great confusion to us. As if, we are reading through books or dreaming the most regret that we didn't achieve. Yeah. I know it is absurd to agree this kind of a deal, like finally we had the rest from that past life but we just dig our own burden to carry again. Blinding light flickered in vision and then I feel so light as ever, as if all the burden was lifted in my being.

When I open my eyes, I was sitting at a swivel chair inside an office that was completely different from mine. In front of me, a chubby girl wearing  a thick ream glasses. Her eyes filled with determination like we just have an argument.

"I'm not accepting your offer no matter what", she said trying to fix her already fixed eyeglasses.

I should be angry but I consciously smile instead, recognizing those eyes. No matter what this novel shows, I will still recognize that soul. That unwavering eyes. This time I won't let you go, no matter what.

"Well, I don't accept 'No' for an answer Miss Hansoon. I don't take any person I wanted by force but I am persistent"