Reincarnated As A Capture Target (BL)
Let's put its simply ok. I died. Can't remember how or why. It's blurry. But I did die. It was all dark and then, all of a sudden, it was so bright. I didn't cry. I didn't care. Everything felt like a dream. Like a hallucination. I didn't want to believe it. But I knew it wasn't a dream. I just knew. My mother held me tenderly. And my father wasn't present. It all felt so strange and made me sick to my stomach.
A day, a month, a year. That was my birthday. I didn't know. I didn't even know my name. Note the past tense. My mother clutched onto me as if fearful I would disappear. Maybe to her, I might. Maybe I might. And seconds after she told my name, she smiled. A very bright smile. Or I believe so. It was still blurry.
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