Call Me Bad Luck? Then Die Alone
Language: en
It was my third rebirth, and Jake had died again at 28. Unwilling to accept it, I started over, as always. We met, fell in love, and then something shifted. He began using his "poor mental state" as an excuse to frequently see his therapist. Until one day I walked in on them kissing in her office. Jake sneered: "You might think I'm crazy if I told you, but I've actually died three times, and each time was right next to Serena. I originally wanted to see how she would save me, but now I think she's just bad luck. I'll keep my distance, and look, I'm perfectly fine." I quietly retreated. In…