My Second Death, Her Sweet Revenge

nt from my first life. Sera' s car, the twisted metal, her lifeless eyes sta

. I was on a stretcher, paramedics surrou

u're okay," she said,

I saw her. Sera. Standing beside Julian, who

g the searing pain in my ch

voice barely a whisper. "

of any emotion. "Yes," she said

u just lef

ate danger," she stated, a

attered heart. "But you didn't even loo

eyes were colder than a winter st

r, trying to smooth things over. "The crew got to

d hear was her voice, echoing in my

nhalation. There's significant damage to your lungs, Mr. Chu. If you don't

hone. She hung up and turne

ct, you're finished. They'll blacklist you. You'll be doing cheap, exploitative web dramas f

as clear. I

a true professional, insists on returning to set despite his injuries

underwater scene was in a massive tan

tio

e water. The pressure was immense. I cou

tor yelled, his pa

nitor, spoke into the director's headset. I heard her voice through the

ugh my chest. I opened my mouth in a silent scream, and a cloud of red bloomed in

set. My head was pounding. I heard v

" the director asked

to hear her answer. My ent

final. "His career choices

couldn't lose her. I burst out of the trailer, my hospi

oice cracking. "Give me

of the whole crew. Humiliation was nothing c

ssion unreadable. Then, without a

, kid. One more day. But you