Chapter 2: The Day It Began Again
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Mia wasn’t sure where she was.
There was no pain anymore. No blood. No suffocating silence. Just an endless, weightless darkness that felt like it had swallowed everything—time, sound, even memory.
Then—
A breath.
Sharp. Sudden.
Her eyes flew open.
She shot upright, clutching the bedsheets like they were the only thing keeping her anchored to reality. Her chest rose and fell too fast, her heartbeat loud in her ears.
Alive.
She was alive.
But that thought didn’t bring relief.
It brought terror.
Her fingers trembled as she looked down at her hands. No wounds. No bruises. No signs of what she clearly remembered.
The vase.
The pain.
Jack’s face.
Mia’s breath caught.
“No…” she whispered.
Her voice was softer. Younger.
That alone made her stomach twist.
Slowly, she turned her head.
The room.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
Her gaze moved across the white curtains, the wooden desk, the neatly arranged books she hadn’t touched in years.
A room she had once called home.
Before everything ended.
Before him.
Her legs moved before her mind agreed, carrying her toward the mirror like she was being pulled by something invisible.
Each step felt unreal.
Like the world might collapse if she acknowledged it too strongly.
When she reached it, she stopped.
And looked.
A stranger stared back.
Younger skin. Unbroken face. Eyes that hadn’t yet learned exhaustion.
Mia raised a shaking hand.
The reflection followed.
Her breath broke.
“I died…” she whispered.
The words didn’t feel like imagination.
They felt like truth carved into her bones.
Her knees weakened. She grabbed the edge of the dresser, trying to steady herself, but her mind was already collapsing under the weight of memory.
Jack.
The cheating.
The laughter.
The vase.
The end.
Her vision blurred.
“Stop…” she choked out, pressing her palm against her chest like she could hold her heart in place. “Stop… please…”
But the memories didn’t listen.
They never did.
A sudden vibration cut through the silence.
Mia froze.
Her eyes snapped to the bedside table.
A phone.
Her phone.
It rang again.
Her body stiffened violently as if the sound itself had triggered something inside her.
Caller ID:
Luna
Her breath hitched.
Luna.
The name hit her harder than she expected.
Her best friend.
The one she had been forced to cut off in her previous life… because of Jack.
Her hand trembled as she picked up the phone.
For a second, she almost dropped it.
Almost cried.
But she didn’t.
“Mia?” Luna’s voice came through immediately, warm, familiar, alive. “You finally picked up. I’ve been calling you.”
Mia couldn’t speak at first.
Her throat felt tight.
“I… I’m here,” she managed.
There was a short pause.
Then Luna laughed lightly. “You sound weird. Are you okay?”
Mia closed her eyes.
She almost said no.
Almost broke right there.
But she swallowed it down.
“I’m fine,” she lied softly.
Another pause.
Then Luna spoke again, casually, as if she hadn’t just shaken Mia’s entire world.
“Don’t forget today is Jack’s birthday.”
The name hit like a strike to the chest.
Mia went still.
“…What?” she whispered.
“Jack,” Luna repeated. “You like him, remember? Don’t act like you forgot. Dress properly today. You should look nice if you’re going.”
Mia’s grip tightened on the phone.
Her breathing slowed.
Her mind started to race.
Jack’s birthday.
Today.
A date she remembered too well.
Not because of celebration.
Because it was one of the first steps.
One of the days everything had started to shift.
Her fingers slowly lowered the phone slightly as her eyes drifted around the room again.
The calendar on the wall.
She walked toward it slowly.
Her steps unsteady.
And then she saw it.
The date.
Her blood ran cold.
This wasn’t just memory.
This wasn’t just a dream.
She was back.
Before everything.
Before the marriage.
Before the betrayal.
Before the death.
Her hand slipped from the phone.
It nearly fell.
Luna was still talking, but the voice felt distant now, like it belonged to another life.
“Mia? Hello? Are you listening?”
Mia didn’t answer.
Her eyes were fixed on the calendar.
Her lips parted slightly.
And for the first time since waking up—
She understood.
This wasn’t an accident.
This was a second chance.
But not a kind one.
Because somewhere out there, in this same timeline—
Jack existed.
Alive.
Breathing.
Waiting.
And today…
She would see him again.
Mia slowly raised her hand and ended the call without saying goodbye.
Silence swallowed the room.
Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror.
This time, it wasn’t confusion in her eyes.
It was awareness.
And something colder forming beneath it.
Resolve.
“…So it starts here,” she whispered.
And for the first time—
She didn’t cry.
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