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He Didn’t Look for Me Until I Was Dead (by Durrin) novel Chapter 16

Whitney was dragged by that force into a long, dark tunnel, where she walked alone for what felt like a long time.

It wasn’t until she felt warmth enveloping her and saw a beam of white light ahead that she finally woke up.

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When I opened my eyes and saw Georgia in her high school uniform, I couldn’t help but freeze for

a moment.

Is this heaven or hell?

Georgia’s impatient urging interrupted my thoughts: Whitney, what are you spacing out for? Did you finish the homework I asked you to do?

Homework?

I frowned and looked around. It was clearly the house we lived in as children. This home had never felt warm, so after we got into college, neither Georgia nor I came back often.

Seeing the innocence on her face, I quickly grabbed the mirror on the desk and looked at myself.

The person

in the mirror was unmistakably my eighteenyearold self.

I’ve actually returned to the year of the SAT?!

Suddenly, the mirror in my hand was snatched away by Georgia. She scolded, That’s Who said you could touch it?!

my mirror!

Her voice was sharp and piercing. I touched my left ear, which was numb from the shock, and only then did I realizethis was before I lost hearing in my left ear!

At this moment, I still had the chance to make different choices.

Georgia nudged my shoulder and urged, The homework is due tomorrow. Remember to do it for

me.

I stood up and said coldly to Georgia, I don’t have time. Do it yourself.

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With that, I turned and walked out.

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Growing up, because our parents neglected us, I always did my best to be good to my twin sister. Whatever she wanted, I would give it to her or help her get it.

I used to think that by doing this, at least I wouldn’t be alone in this world, and the two of us could rely on each other for warmth.

But maybe I spoiled Georgia too much, and she became more and more willful, thinking that everything I did for her was only natural.

I’ve long since realized that people are always alone in this world.

Neither family nor love can be forced.

Since I have a chance to start over, I must live for myself this time.

Perhaps Georgia hadn’t recovered from my sudden change and never tried to catch up

with me.

I walked alone on the street, trying to let the wind smooth out my chaotic thoughts.

Judging by the timing, it should be before the SAT now.

In my previous life, I gave up the school I wanted most just to stay close to Georgia. For many years after, I always regretted it.

This time, I definitely won’t let regret happen again.

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but sigh. It’s been so many years since the SAT. Looks like I’ll have to do my best over the next two months to recover all that knowledge.

So I stopped walking, turned around, and headed home.

Mom and Dad were rarely home, so the house was always quiet.

But surprisingly, Georgia wasn’t home either.

It was already dark. Where could she have gone?

I thought, since I usually cooked, maybe she went out to find something to eat when she saw I wasn’t home.

So I didn’t worry too much, just went back to my room and took out my books.

The knowledge felt both familiar and strange. It looked like it would take some time.

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Suddenly, I heard the sound of a bicycle outside the window.

Our home was on the first floor, so the sound was especially clear.

I put down my book and walked to the window, only to freeze in surprise.

It was Calvin from our youth, and Georgia was sitting on the back seat of his bicycle.

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I instinctively hid behind the curtain, not really sure why, but I just didn’t want them to see me.

Maybe, deep down, I no longer wanted to get involved between the two of them.

I clenched my fists and kept hiding, listening as Georgia’s voice sounded outside: Cal, thank you for bringing me home.

At this time, Calvin’s voice hadn’t yet developed the depth it would have later; it still sounded a bit youthful.

He said, It’s nothing.

After a pause, he asked, Whitty, is Whitney home?

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