Chapter 33
I had lived that way. And I had died that way. So nothing had really changed after coming into Selina’s body.
The exhaustion was real. The indifference was real.
Living or dying—just passing time until the end—that, too, was real.
But.
But I was a little afraid.
Without orders, without a set path—what was I supposed to do with these four years?
I could just shamelessly live as Selina, enjoying everything that came with it. But I wasn’t even the kind of person who could make that decision for myself.
So what was I supposed to do for the next four years?
Maybe that was why I latched onto Selina’s wish.
If her wish became my purpose—if it gave me a reason to exist—then all I had to do was follow it.
Then my life would have meaning again. Just like before.
And once I realized that, I had nothing more to say.