wanting to be with him at work.
Jake noticed my unease and made time to
talk to me.
Half a year passed peacefully. I relaxed my
guard.
But things happened unexpectedly.
That night, Jake didn’t come home.
I called his colleague; he said Jake was on an
urgent mission.
It was a typical mission.
I was used to these missions.
But that night, I had a nightmare.
I dreamt of Jake in a pool of blood, then saw him at the funeral home.
Waking up, the bed was cold; he wasn’t back. I tried to convince myself it was just a dream. Jake was strong and agile; he could handle
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anything.
I tried not to think about the past life, but I
couldn’t sleep, staying up until dawn.
At dawn, I received a call from the police
station, saying Jake was at the People’s
Hospital.
My phone slipped from my hand. I ran
frantically.
At the hospital, I finally found Jake in front of the operating room.
His light–colored shirt was stained with blood, his skin covered in blood.
Before I could speak, tears streamed down
my face; I cried uncontrollably in his arms. Jake was flustered, “I’m fine, don’t worry, I’m not hurt, see?”
I examined him; he was messy but unharmed.
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“You’re not hurt, why are you in the hospital?”
Jake’s expression dimmed, “Sarah, my
brother is in surgery.”
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Jake said he found a straggler at the end of
the mission.
The police were elsewhere; he had to hold the
criminal.
The criminal was armed and attacked him.
Jake couldn’t escape unscathed fighting a desperate criminal.
At a critical moment, Jason jumped in and held the criminal.
With Jason’s help, Jake quickly subdued the criminal.
But Jason was stabbed multiple times, losing too much blood and falling into a coma.
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I didn’t know how to express myself.
The events of five years later happened much
sooner than expected.
Why did Jason appear?
Jake softly comforted, “Sarah, don’t overthink. Even without my brother, I’d be
fine.”
I forced a painful smile.
Without Jason, he would have died.
Jason saved Jake; it’s undeniable.
The surgery lasted five hours.
The doctor said Jason was severely injured
and had several cardiac arrests.
The surgery was successful, but Jason had no
will to live; when he’d wake up, it was up to him.
Jake’s parents remained silent, quietly caring
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for Jason.
After Jason’s injury, Jake was silent.
I watched helplessly.
One day, his parents were absent; I stayed by Jason’s bedside.
“Jason,” I whispered, “I don’t know why you appeared, but thank you for saving Jake.” “You survived twice, are you going to give up your hard–earned life?”
“If I were you, I wouldn’t give up easily.”
I talked to him intermittently, mostly about the past life.
Finally, I said, “This life, Jake and I will grow old together. We will.”
The next day, Jason woke up.
While everyone rejoiced, he left a letter and
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ran away.
Hospital surveillance showed Jason leaving in
his hospital gown.
The letter said he wanted to live his own life
and asked us not to find him.
Jake’s parents remained silent, deciding not
to look for him.
“He’s an adult; he won’t get lost.”
“If he gets lost, Jake will find him; if not,
there’s no need to look.”
“He’ll come back when he wants to.”
The following spring, Jake and I got married. On our wedding day, we received a call from Jason.
Jake asked when he’d return, “When your
children are old enough to understand, I’ll consider it.”
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Jake hung up expressionlessly.
Later, he said Jason had bad intentions.
He wanted us to have a baby right away.
I was both angry and amused, “Don’t you like
children?”
Jake took off my nightgown, slurring, “I do,
but I want to enjoy a few more years with
you.”
That’s what I wanted too.
Extra: Jason’s Story
1
My nerdy brother told me he had a classmate
who liked me.
Seeing her, I understood his frown – it was
Sarah, his six–year crush.
Sadly, she wasn’t my type.
He rarely called me; now he was so attentive.
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i decided to help him, agreeing to every
meeting.
Our meetings were awkward; it was unclear
who was the third wheel.
Sarah tried to get rid of him so she could be
alone with me, but the dullard couldn’t
understand, angering her.
Surprisingly, the mute actually talked back.
Their bickering was entertaining.
I was under pressure from my startup and
wanted some spice in my life.
When Sarah confessed, I was already with my
assistant.
Knowing Jake’s slowness, I didn’t reject her
directly.
The day I agreed, Jake and I fought. I dated
Sarah out of spite.
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Surprisingly, Jake was unaffected; I got
caught.
Jake found out I had a girlfriend and beat me
- up.
I used reverse psychology, calling him a
coward.
He was furious.
I thought he’d finally do something.
I was busy that month, ignoring him and
Sarah’s messages.
My assistant saw my messages with Sarah
and kept questioning me.
No matter how I explained, she wouldn’t
listen.
I remember the good weather the day of the
accident, the woman in the passenger seat
crying.
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I lost focus and hit a truck.
In that last moment, I shielded her.
Jake came to see me one last time. I said
something and died.
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I woke up back at the point where Jake had
asked me out.
Strangely, I dreamt every night about Jake
and Sarah’s married life.
They married because of my last words. They were respectful but distant.
Their relationship was purer than friendship,
no intimacy.
Why did their close relationship become like this?
I noticed Sarah, who’d pursued me
relentlessly, barely mentioned me.
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She was completely devoted to Jake.
She cleaned for him, cooked, and brought him
meals.
He remained dull, only secretly being nice to
her.
Perhaps from dreaming about their marriage,
my psychology changed.
I became jealous of Jake.
I believed he deserved what he had in my
dreams.
So, I approached Sarah.
She was wary, telling me she loved Jake. I got my wish, but a voice told me, “She’s yours; don’t miss her again.”
So I invited her hiking, using Jake.
She agreed.
But my plans failed.
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Hearing her changed voice from behind the
door, reason prevailed.
I ran.
That night, I smoked at the mountain foot.
I dreamt of them again.
In their fifth year of marriage, Jake died.
Sarah read Jake’s diary, learning his secrets,
including my infidelity.
She did the unexpected – cleared Jake of
stealing my girlfriend.
She desperately searched for proof of my
infidelity.
I watched her, finding my assistant.
But she had found a rich guy and refused to
help.
I thought Sarah was naive; time would erase
- it.
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I was jealous of Jake.
He died, his girlfriend doing so much for him,
but mine lived comfortably.
I focused on Sarah, my desire growing.
Besides, she pursued me first; why couldn’t I
pursue her?
The problem was Sarah and Jake were
together.
They were more compatible than I’d dreamt.
I beat up Jake.
I didn’t intend to, but he was annoying.
My former dullard declared, “Sarah is my
girlfriend. Don’t go near her!”
I said, “She pursued me first.”
The dullard was silent, “If I get beaten up, will
that clear things between us?”
I said, “Beat me up good.”
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It was satisfying, but I wasn’t satisfied.
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My former assistant flirted with me, and I
didn’t refuse.
Her eyes still held light.
Until she found Sarah’s photo on my phone.
She demanded to know who Sarah was, and I
said, “My brother’s girlfriend.”
She didn’t believe me, and I didn’t expect her
- to.
She argued, obsessed with it.
At first, it was her problem. Then, I noticed
something was wrong.
Recent events were mirroring the past, unsettling.
At the moment of the accident, I protected
myself.
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I survived.
I confronted Sarah; she wasn’t surprised.
She’d chosen Jake, from the past life.
I realized I was slow, but I was still resentful
of their happiness.
So, I told her Jake’s death might be sooner.
Seeing her pale face, I wasn’t happy.
After discharge, I locked myself up, growing
more twisted.
I started stalking Jake and Sarah.
The happier they were, the more jealous I
became.
I asked myself, didn’t I approach Sarah to help Jake and his love?
Why was I so enraged by their happiness?
No one answered. I uncontrollably stalked them.
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That day, I was near Jake’s mission.
I’d followed him before, but not always.
It turned out, the criminal was the one who
killed Jake in the past life.
Thinking of Jake being stabbed, I cursed,
“Ugly,” and my body moved before my mind
reacted.
“So, how am I supposed to help you chase my
brother this time?”
Again, I survived.
I wanted to die. It would be better to die.
The hospital was noisy.
No matter how they called, I didn’t want to
open my eyes.
It’d be good to sleep to death.
That day, the ward was quiet. I heard Sarah’s
words.
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She said the most fun part of pursuing me
was chatting and bickering with Jake.
She realized she loved Jake all along.
She asked me to wake up, to find my own
happiness.
She added that she and Jake would grow old
together.
I sat up and opened my eyes.
My parents cried silently, repeating, “He’s
awake, he’s awake.”
Jake and Sarah smiled at me.
It was glaring.
I ran away, leaving a note asking them not to
find me.
I thought I would recover away from there.
At Jake and Sarah’s wedding, my blessing
was genuine.
I thought I would recover away from there.
At Jake and Sarah’s wedding, my blessing was genuine.
They had two sons in five years.
Seeing Jake’s frustrated face, I smiled.
Good. Someone is finally getting on his
nerves.
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