The sound of clicking and the traditional office smell filled the room. One worker got up, sighing as she thought to herself,

  ‘Finally, I can leave.’

  After stretching, she left the workpce, eyelids feeling heavy from working 3 nights straight. One look at her and you could tell that all she wanted was a nice warm bed to sleep in. The bed she would awaken in was one nobody could expect, her deathbed.

  Her vision was already blurry from the ck of sleep. The snow falling down on her was only making her sight worse. While she was crossing the street, a bus ran into her. The blunt force of it knocked her out immediately but the feeling of her body sliding on the cold concrete ground reawakened her.

  Her body felt cold, yet hot. She was slowly losing consciousness. One blink, she saw fshing lights. Another blink, she was in a white room. Once her eyes closed again, she was in a pitch-bck area.

  From the darkness, she could see two deep red eyes. She felt her entire being shake at these eyes.

  “Excuse me… where ar-”

  Before she finished, she realized that she felt fine. She could speak clearly and didn’t feel anything from the crash. It’s almost as if it never happened. That pain couldn’t have been fake though.

  The eyes continued staring at her before she heard its voice.

  “Live..”

  The voice was childlike, which surprised her. What surprised her even more was how her mental voice began changing to match the voice she heard.

  ‘What’s happening?!’

  An intense drowsiness overcame her instantly, causing her to blink once again, the slowest one yet. Once her eyes finally opened, she woke up to a bright room. She could finally feel what’s under her again, a feeling she never thought she’d have again.

  It was soft, extremely so. She rolled over to her side, groaning in the process, and caught a glimpse of her arm.

  “Hragh!”

  She let out a scream, realizing that her arms were much shorter than they were before. Her body was sweating profusely and a wet towel fell off her forehead.

  “What happened!? Where am I..? This.. isn’t the hospital.”

  The more she questioned, the calmer she had gotten. She had always been this way, even in her past life.

  ‘Wait.. my past life. Who was I..?’

  She couldn’t remember anything specific about herself. As she was thinking, someone entered the room. An older woman with a dark brown bob came in, looking extremely surprised.

  “Lady Akari! You’re awake..!” The woman stammered

  “Who’s that?”

  “What do you mean young master? Does this illness…”

  Before finishing her sentence, the woman went silent, seemingly comprehending the situation. The girl tried to get out of the bed, but right when she reached the ground, her legs gave out. Her body felt weak, too weak.

  The woman quickly came to her and helped her up. Laying back on the bed, the girl could only look at the woman as she asked,

  “You said something about an illness.. Wasn’t I hit by a car or something?”

  “A car? Those are only in.. those cities. No. Lady Akari, you’ve been sick for months and fell into a 3-week coma.”

  “Huh? I thought I was healthy though.”

  Although she couldn’t remember specific details of her past, she could remember that she never got seriously sick.

  ‘And who the hell is Akari?!’

  After fidgeting for a bit, the girl was going to say something but the woman opened her mouth first,

  “Could it be that… you’ve lost your memory, young master?”

  The girl, or Akari, didn’t know how to respond. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before her voice finally came out.

  “ybe..?”

  The woman stared at Akari for a moment before saying,

  “Excuse me then, young master.”

  With this, she left the room, leaving Akari to herself. She sighed and tried to get off the bed again, this time, barely standing. She wobbled over to a mirror and took a good look at herself.

  She saw a small girl with dark red eyes and purple, wavy hair. Akari touched her face and rubbed her eyes. She looked young, probably around 7 or 8. Her skin was a bit pale and she was still a bit sweaty.

  She wobbled around the room and opened a door, specifically walking to the door that the woman didn’t exit from, curious as to where it led to. It was the bathroom, which made Akari extremely happy.

  After taking a long bath, she sat at her dresser. Her body felt much more energized than earlier and her skin complexion wasn’t as pale. She smiled and opened the drawer, finding a book. She realized that this was a journal or a diary.

  The handwriting was horrible, immediately making her think that it was her body's diary… Akari’s Dairy. It was just stuff about her daily life until she got sick. The date between when she got sick and the st time she wrote in it was around 4 months apart, which was April 18th, 763.

  ‘Wow, she was.. I was sick for 4 months? Seemed pretty bad, there's even blood stains on some pages.’

  She reread a few more pages, getting a basic idea of how Akari used to act. This obviously wasn’t her body, and if she wanted to figure out what was going on, she definitely didn’t want to draw attention to herself.

  Akari put her diary away, hearing someone approaching the room quickly. A young boy entered without knocking. He had dark purple wavy hair and light purple eyes. Anyone could tell with a gnce that he had to be reted to Akari.

  He immediately hugged her, his high-pitched, shaky voice saying,

  “Akari, you’ve truly awoken..! how do you feel?”

  “Ah.. uhm… before I answer… Could you tell me who you are?”

  The boy’s jaw dropped, backing away from Akari. He tripped on a teddy bear, one of many that filled this vish room, falling onto the ground with a small thud.

  “Ha..Have you lost your memory..? It’s me, Ren..!”

  “I.. see.”

  An awkward silence filled the bright room for a while before Ren got up and said,

  “I’ll.. leave you to yourself…”

  Ren left, leaving with much less energy than he came in with. Before Akari could even collect herself, the older woman came back into the room.

  “Your dinner, Lady Akari.”

  She pced her dinner on the dresser. Before she could leave, Akari quickly asked,

  “What day is it?”

  “It is the 9th of May, Midy.”

  “Oh.. Ok, thank you.”

  The woman’s face contorted into one of shock for a moment before she quickly went back to normal. She then left the room, seemingly in a hurry.

  ‘She looked like a maid, cospyers huh?’

  Akari thought this as she sat back at the dresser, looking at the food she was served. It was mashed potatoes with corn. Akari was a bit confused by this choice of food but chalked it up to her just recovering from a sickness.

  As she ate, she began sorting through her information, something she strangely felt used to doing.

  ‘So I was sick for four months and the maid said I went into a coma. The diary stopped about 3 weeks ago. Did.. the original owner lose? Was this body supposed to die?’

  The more she thought about her situation, the darker it got. She couldn't take it anymore and jumped into her bed.

  ‘Whatever happened, I have a second chance at life. I’m going to enjoy it, for myself… and for you, Akari.’After solemnly accepting her death, she fell asleep, the unfamiliar, yet comforting, darkness engulfing her entire being.