No More Saving Him

After reliving my life for the third time, Soren Vantrell still died at 28.

Unwilling to accept it, I started over again, meeting him and falling in love as before, until a sudden turn changed everything.

He began claiming his mental state was unstable, using it as an excuse to visit his psychologist, Dr. Nadia Pembroke, again and again.

Until one day, I caught them kissing inside her consultation room.

With a light, mocking laugh, Soren said, "You might think I’m crazy if I told you this, but I really have died three times. Every single time, I died right next to Sloane Hartwell.

"I was originally curious to see how she would try to save me this time. Now that I think about it, she must have been bad luck. Once I stayed far away from her, didn’t I end up living just fine?"

I quietly stepped back.

In this fourth life, whether he lived or died has nothing to do with me anymore.

This time, I was going to live my own life.

I still can’t describe how it felt when I heard those words.

At the time, Soren Vantrell was bent forward, his face buried in the hollow of Dr. Nadia Pembroke’s neck, lifting her long hair and breathing it in lightly.

She was his psychologist.

Lately, he had been mentioning again and again that his mental state was unstable and that he needed to see a doctor.

I never imagined this was what he meant.

The way the two of them clung to each other was blinding. The fury and grief of being betrayed swallowed all my reason in an instant. I almost rushed in on the spot, demanding to know how he could do something like this.

Three lifetimes.

Through all three rebirths, Soren’s heart had always belonged to me.

I had believed that without question, yet the reality of this fourth life struck me like a blow to the head. For a moment, I couldn’t even accept it, wondering if I had misunderstood what I was seeing.

Then the Soren I believed loved me most, the Soren I believed to be the most devoted, finally spoke.

He glanced sideways, eyes half-lidded, fingers playing idly with the long hair of Nadia, who was sitting on his lap. With a faint scoff, he said, "Dr. Nadia, do you think there’s really something wrong with my head?

"But I don’t think the first three deaths were fake. When I think about that pain now, it still makes my chest tighten."

Nadia covered her chest, her concern exaggerated and deliberate. "Then what should we do? You’re not going to die again this time, are you?"

The corner of Soren’s mouth lifted. "How could I? Life after life, I stayed with Sloane Hartwell, and every single time I died right next to her.

"I was curious at first, wanted to see how she’d try to save me this time. But thinking about it now, she must have been bad