"CHEN ANYI!"

Chen Anyi looked back and saw the person she had adorned and supported for his whole life. Han Haoyu looked agitated, cold sweat dripping down his head; his complexion is pale in comparison with the sunrise orange sky. He was nervously trying to reach out to me as I inched away from him. Behind me is a cliff.

"Please, let's go home." He looked at me, his eyes begging me to stop what I'm doing, but I just stood and looked at him like I was trying to memorize his looks and remember the past that we experienced. Looking back at it now, I find it lovely and charming.

His eyes started to get red, and tears pooled over them. I close my eyes. The wind blew harshly at night. Now that it's dawn, it has calmed down. I try to remember my own life, but everything has him in it.

I smiled. I opened my eyes again, seeing him looking at me as he relaxed and smiled back at me with red eyes and unshed tears as I leaned backwards. Seeing him shocked and panicking running towards me, I told him

"I love you" in my lilac dress last night at my birthday party, my drink got drugged, and the whole party was a lie that people hated me created. I was violated by many people, and he arrived too late; he hadn't had enough sleep. As soon as I woke up, he was still sleeping. I walked out of the villa into the forest and the mountain with nothing in my mind.

I was in a trance, and I never knew that all the friends that I considered were nothing but fake, my hard work was insignificant, and our parties and celebrations were nothing but a joke. I was wasted. I went to the place we constantly visit: the cliff with an amazing view, the dark blue sky turning red, the harsh cold wind slowing down, the sound of birds and swaying trees. I cried. The world is so beautiful, I decided to just end it here.

My 21st world I visited

Chen Anyi is not my name; I'm Genesis, the name given by my parents. I haven't entered these infinite life cycles, not forgetting my memories and trying to find reasons why I'm still alive. Many people might've thought it was a gift or a blessing to live with past memories intact and relive another life as it goes. It's not, nevertheless, fun. My first life ended tragically as I tried to be a "main character" because I transmigrated—my head got decapitated. The feeling of my head being severed out of my body was new. Looking back at it now, I cringe. I really deserve that. I did not regret my actions. I want to meet that brat that I took the blame on. I was not following any rules, no matter why or what, so I lived how I wanted. I never knew my head would end up flying.

I died again, returning to this black emptiness of 21 lives. It coincides with my own age of 21 in my original life. My parents love me. I lived a satisfied life. I never got kids. I always traveled with my dog and cat. I miss them a lot. I got into an offshore accident. I slipped on deck, fell, and drowned. I never learned how to swim. Even though I traveled, I tried to stay away from the waters as far as possible. I won a ticket to board this ship. I gave in.

That feeling again—someone's calling me Genevieve weird—that's my name in the first life.

"Genevieve!"