I didn’t step in to stop them like I used to.
I just laughed coldly, turned around, and slammed the door shut behind me.
They didn’t know the truth.
I had been reborn too.
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The moment I opened the door that morning, and they both started saying the exact same things they had in my past life—I knew it.
It was real.
I had come back.
Leaning against the door, my chest rose and fell rapidly. My heart was in turmoil, memories of pain and betrayal crashing down on me.
It wasn’t until I heard my mother’s triumphant laughter from the other side of the door that I snapped back to the present.
“See? My daughter still listens to me,” she said smugly.
My father didn’t reply, but I knew one thing for certain.
I couldn’t stay here any longer.
I quickly stuffed a few essentials into my backpack and swung the door open.
My mother’s victorious smile froze on her face.
“Where are you going with your backpack?” she asked, startled.
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I looked calmly at my father.
“When you’re done arguing,” I said flatly, “take me to the station. If we’re late, I’ll miss the bus.”
My father, still holding a cigarette between his fingers, paused for a moment. Then he flicked it aside and walked over to me.