She Was Born Again, So She Stopped Begging For Their Love Chapter 06

She Was Born Again, So She Stopped Begging For Their Love Chapter 06

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city favor

Fither way, it didn’t matter

She didn’t need it anymore,

Didn’t need them to remember. Didn’t need their compensation. Didn’t need this belated, cheap

concern delivered through Chloe.

She typed a few words, deleted them, typed again, deleted again. Finally, she sent one word: “Busy.”

On the other end of the phone, Chloe looked at that single word and bit her lip.

She had tried so hard.

For two years, she had tried countless times to get close to Grace. Bring her warm milk. Tidy her room. Say nice things about her to their parents.

But Grace was like a wall. No matter what she did, that wall didn’t budge.

No hatred. No dislike. Just… total, complete, absolute dismissal.

Sometimes Chloe wondered if Grace hated her.

But she quickly dismissed the thought. Hate was an emotion. Grace felt nothing for her.

That was the most terrifying thing.

Being hated at least meant the other person still cared. Being completely ignored meant you weren’t even worth caring about.

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ar slu, passed the notrooł pałe, she saw someone standing under a dverifigla.

Vie was wearing his school jacket, carrying a bag. When he saw her, his eyes jól himself under control.

“Grace.”

She stopped her bike, one foot on the ground. “What are you doing here?”

“Twas… just passing through.”

Jkt up.

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He made an excuse he didn’t even believe himself. Then he held out the bag. “Happy birthday.

Grace looked at the bag. Didn’t take it.

She suddenly realized-today was her birthday.

She had almost forgotten. Because in her past life, she’d gotten used to not celebrating.

But Michael remembered.

Someone she’d had a crush on in her past life-someone she’d barely looked at twice in this one

remembered her birthday.

“How did you know?” she asked.

“It’s in the student records.” He scratched his head. “I saw it last year and remembered.”

the ground in

The streetlight cast his shadow long on the ground. In the warm yellow glow, the boy’s silhouette was soft and young.

Grace looked at him and suddenly felt how absurd fate was.

In her past life, she had wanted so badly for someone to remember her birthday. No one ever did.

Now that she didn’t care, someone remembered

She took the Bay lit didn’t open it. “Cashierne 11’s Lab **

“Aren’t you going to open it?”””

He sounded hopeful.

She opened the bag Inside was a book, C’amus’s The Stranger

She paused. That was her favorite novel in her past life.

She could even recite the first line: “Today, my mother died. Or maybe it was yesterday: I don’)

know”

She looked up at Michael. For the first time, she really looked at him for a few seconds.

“How did you know I like this book?”

His ears turned red. “You quoted it in English class once. I remembered.”

Grace was quiet for a moment. Then she put the book back in the bag. “Thank you. I really like it.’

This time, her tone was a little softer. Not that forced coldness. A real, small softening.

Michael smiled, showing two small canine teeth. His smile was as clean as iced cola on a hot day. “I’m glad. I’ll head out now. You should get back to the dorm.”

He turned and ran a few steps, then looked back and called out, “Grace, happy birthday!”

His voice echoed briefly at the empty school gate, then was carried away by the night wind.

Grace stood there, watching his figure disappear into the darkness. The book in her hand, something brushed against a part of her heart that had been scabbed over for a long time.

Just a brush.

She pushed it down and rode back to the dorm.

When she got to her room, she put the book by her pillow, washed up, and lay down.

Jenna poked her head out from the bottom bunk. “Grace, is it your birthday today?”

Grace closed her eyes. “Mm.”