School felt different.
Not because it had changed.
But because she had.
Seo-yeon sat at her desk, staring at the front of the classroom.
The teacher's voice blended into the background.
Words without weight.
Time without urgency.
In her first life, she stopped caring about school after the accident.
Grades stopped mattering.
Future stopped mattering.
Nothing mattered.
Now—
Everything existed again.
Possibility.
Opportunity.
Choice.
Her fingers rested lightly on her notebook.
Clean.
Empty.
Untouched.
She didn't know what to write.
Not because she didn't understand the lesson.
But because she didn't understand her life.
This wasn't the path she remembered.
This was something new.
Something fragile.
Her classmate leaned closer.
"You're quiet today."
Seo-yeon turned slightly.
Her friend.
Unchanged.
Untouched by grief that never happened.
"I'm just tired," Seo-yeon replied softly.
It wasn't a lie.
Living twice was exhausting.
Her friend smiled.
"Don't think too much."
Seo-yeon almost laughed.
If only it were that simple.
She lowered her gaze.
In her first life, she had stopped imagining the future.
Because there was nothing left to imagine.
Now—
The future stretched endlessly in front of her.
Unwritten.
Uncertain.
Terrifying.
Because this time—
She was responsible for what came next.
Not fate.
Not tragedy.
Her.
She stared at the blank page.
Her hand slowly lifted.
And for the first time since returning—
She began to write.