My Second Chance, His Last

My Second Chance, His Last

Gavin

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The Northwood University acceptance letter felt heavy in my hand. It was a golden ticket, meant for both me and Ethan. We were young, hopeful, ready to build our future together. But I'd already lived this life once, and it ended with Ethan's hands around my throat. He blamed me for Tiffany Bell's death, his forever crush. Now, Tiffany beamed, announcing she wasn't going to Northwood. And Ethan, standing beside me with his own acceptance letter, chose to follow her instead. "Northwood can wait. You're more important," he told Tiffany. He dropped his future onto the coffee table like trash. "You wouldn't understand, Sarah. This is something I have to do," he said to me, already casting me aside. His obsession to "save" Tiffany was already in motion. His twisted narrative was forming, just as it had before. He thought he was rewriting his past, but he was mirroring the delusion that killed me. A cold wave washed over me – he was convinced of his heroic path, even if it meant abandoning our shared dream. How could he not see he was stepping onto the same dangerous road? This man, who had crushed me once, was now alienating me, with a smirk on his face. I wouldn't beg him this time. My survival was paramount. I was back, and this second chance was mine to seize. Let him chase his ghost; I was going to rewrite my own destiny, without him.

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The Northwood University acceptance letter felt heavy in my hand.

It was a golden ticket, meant for both me and Ethan.

We were young, hopeful, ready to build our future together.

But I'd already lived this life once, and it ended with Ethan's hands around my throat.

He blamed me for Tiffany Bell's death, his forever crush.

Now, Tiffany beamed, announcing she wasn't going to Northwood.

And Ethan, standing beside me with his own acceptance letter, chose to follow her instead.

"Northwood can wait. You're more important," he told Tiffany.

He dropped his future onto the coffee table like trash.

"You wouldn't understand, Sarah. This is something I have to do," he said to me, already casting me aside.

His obsession to "save" Tiffany was already in motion.

His twisted narrative was forming, just as it had before.

He thought he was rewriting his past, but he was mirroring the delusion that killed me.

A cold wave washed over me – he was convinced of his heroic path, even if it meant abandoning our shared dream.

How could he not see he was stepping onto the same dangerous road?

This man, who had crushed me once, was now alienating me, with a smirk on his face.

I wouldn't beg him this time.

My survival was paramount.

I was back, and this second chance was mine to seize.

Let him chase his ghost; I was going to rewrite my own destiny, without him.

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