He Died, I Went Back to Save Him

Chapter 2

"Hey, you're in my spot." A clear, firm voice rang out.

Someone nudged my shoulder twice.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a young man standing in front of me.

He stood there casually—tall and lean, a cigarette resting between his fingers, staring straight at me.

Was it Zebulon?

I rubbed my eyes and lunged toward him without hesitation. "Honey, you're finally back!"

Zebulon held up a hand to block my head, looking at me with clear disgust. "Whoa, lady—you don't have to go to such lengths just to claim a spot under a bridge, do you?"

I swatted his hand away and stared right at him.

He still had that young, childish look—nothing like the Zebulon I knew seven years later.

Time had tempered the older Zebulon into someone calm and sharp.

Right now, he was just a naive, reckless teenager.

Had I really traveled back to my fiancé's rebellious teenage years?

My stunned expression made Zebulon frown. "Staring at me won't get you anywhere. I'm not giving you my spot."

Young Zebulon was in the middle of his rebellious phase—wild and unruly, like a horse that had broken free from its reins.

In my past life, I first met Zebulon when he got into a brutal fight, covered head to toe in wounds.

Back then, I'd just left the orphanage and found a low-paying job—barely enough to get by.

I'd found him badly injured and saved his life.

That was the day we started relying solely on each other.

Judging by how things looked now, he hadn't gotten into that fight yet. I refused to let him go through that terrible experience again.

I decided right then that I'd win him over and keep him by my side from now on.

I said, "Handsome, I have nowhere to go. I'm an orphan—my parents dumped me like trash. Please don't chase me away."

I looked at him with teary eyes. The impatience on his face faded, replaced by a flicker of sympathy.

I successfully claimed his spot. He turned to leave, but I grabbed him at once. "I'm scared. Please don't go."

A hint of disbelief crossed Zebulon's face. "You were sleeping soundly just a second ago. I called you multiple times before you woke up. Why are you suddenly scared now?"

I put on a pitiful look. "I'm just really scared right now."

He gave in and sat down next to me after I begged him to stay. "Troublemaker. Stop staring at me and go back to sleep."

I lay down on his blanket, breathing in his familiar scent, and closed my eyes.