A second chance.
That was what I wished for.
The one thing I prayed for every night before I sleep. The one thing I prayed for, at the very night before I woke up in an entirely different life.
A new life.
My second chance.
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I was 30 years old wh...
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Song Companion: Let You Go - Faime
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—First Life, year 2026—
After weeks of getting myself almost constantly intoxicated, waking up with a pounding headache would have been something that to be expected when I opened my eyes.
But as I found myself slowly waking up in such a state that morning, there was something about this one that felt wrong.
As I tried to pull my heavy eyelids open, I found it hard to remember how long I have fallen asleep or if I have slept at all. It felt like I only had passed out briefly, because the haziness was still there and my whole body was far from recovering from the alcohol I had been drinking all night. And I could still remember that I had drunk a lot.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to push away this heaviness that kept me under, only to have my body falling frozen and my heart pacing to a rapid beat.
What the fuck?
Fear engulfed me like never before when my senses slowly came to life. Because as my body moved, I felt nothing covering my skin aside to the covers on top of me. Then when I took a whiff of the air around me, the usual scent that enveloped me—the sweetness that belonged to my wife and had always been a part of our home—was not there. Instead, there was a completely different scent that filled my senses, a strong floral perfume that my wife had never worn before. And a different softness of hair that was lying over my bare arm.
