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Second Life, New Rules

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 452    |    Released on: 25/06/2025

e was the smell of cheap whisk

highlights of some college football game I couldn't care less about. M

ft years ago, taking the kids with her. She told them I

rse from a hospice. Matthew Clark, the golden boy quarterback Sabrina had

should have been mine. The irony was so bitter it made me laugh, a dry,

o the roar

l of popcorn and cheap perfume. I was nineteen again, s

ming parade. The

ed. I flexed my leg, feeling the powerful muscl

a loud, off-key version

trosity of our mascot, a hornet, wobbled precariously. And standing

erfect, the town' s golden girl, my childhood nei

it used to. There was no b

he decades of her cold shoulder, the way she flinched when

ur son that his father was

hornet head tilted. In my f

the

f the way, and let the structure crush

ould call

marry me out of guilt. A li

this

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“My first life ended with the smell of cheap whiskey, a throbbing leg, and the bitter irony of my ex-wife' s golden boy getting the scholarship that should have been mine. I died alone, broke, and knowing I was a failure in the eyes of my kids and the woman I' d sacrificed everything for. Then, I woke up. The sun was hot on my face, the air thick with popcorn, and I was nineteen again, in my football uniform, standing on the side of the road. It was the homecoming parade, the exact moment my life had been destroyed. I saw Sabrina Johns, the town' s golden girl, laughing on the wobbly float. In my past life, I' d heroically saved her from that collapsing monstrosity, letting it crush my leg and shatter my future. That act of self-sacrifice led to a lifetime of misery, a marriage fueled by her guilt and my ruined dreams. She' d always despised me, painting me as a cripple who trapped her. To my dying breath, I thought saving her was the beginning of our tragic story. I never knew my future was already stolen, my dreams already dead, long before the float ever fell. Did my sacrifice even matter? What twisted game was this? This time, as the float lurched and the giant hornet head tilted, I didn't move forward. I stepped back. I was back, and this time, things would be different.”
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