This time, I was going to live for myself. But strangely enough, Harvey seemed to have changed.
He not only volunteered to help me with my studies but also brought me breakfast every morning. It was as if our roles had been reversed.
I gladly accepted the changes.
But when we reached college, Harvey confessed his feelings to me. Without hesitation, I turned him down. “Ever heard the saying? First thing you do after getting what you want is let go of your past.”
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The car accident was severe, and before I lost consciousness, I heard, “One of the patients was declared dead at the scene.”
That patient was Harvey, my husband.
But when I woke up, I realized I had gone back in time – four months before the SATs. At this point, Harvey and I weren’t even together yet.
I stared at the front of the classroom, trying to process what had happened, as the teacher pounded on his desk, emphasizing the importance of discipline.
The irritable math teacher threw a piece of chalk, hitting my desk, “Miss Jones, pay attention, please.”
I immediately sat up straight. The youthful energy of my body, the warmth of school life – it wasn’t a dream. I had really been given a second chance.