'Liam Blane III Pleaf....

I was rereading this name in my mind. Its not me...! It c- can't be.... I want my family again...'

The 21 year old boy was hugging his pillow, the pillow was the length of his torso. As the white surface of the pillow turned grey from tears, the young man did nothing but wept. It was night time when he woke up so there wasn't anyone around. Not like he could see when the solid cover curtains surrounded his bed from all three sides. He could only see some part of the ceiling. But the guy wasn't really concerned about that.

He somehow really seemed to belief that his name was Liam and not Jake despite the fact it should've been the opposite.

'I am Jake, not Liam! Why is my mind playing tricks on me?!'

'I hate it, I HATE IT'

'I want... mom... dad...Vicky...Victor.... my friends.... no one is here. Why did it have to happen to me and not to someone who would've killed for this opportunity...?'

It had definitely been more than an hour since he had been crying. Puffing his caramel eyes, his long, messy reddish brown hair covered his eyes. It reached his shoulders and had no bangs or neither it seemed like it had ever been styled.

"M- my head...." I stuttered, it was turning black again. My eyes couldn't keep themselves open.

He bent forward while covering both of his eyes with his hands. He felt a lump in his throat followed by a burning sensation. He knew he was going to vomit but his body refused to collaborate to get off the bed.

*glurg*

The white bedsheet was now covered with his vomit which was a mixture of nothing but water. But to the guy whose eyes were closed, his recollection of vomit has always been undigested food.

It should be disgusting. That adds to another bucketlists of concerns.

Using his last bit of energy, he pushed his body on the other side of bed to lay down, more like fall down.

'I don't deserve it. I was so happy back there.... i wanted to be a therapist... or atleast do something to help others. I wanted to make my parents proud, hang out with my friends, get a well paying job and start a family eventually... i wanted to see what Vicky and Vicktor would do....what Anna, George, Kevin John, Brian, Jack, Cady, Chris, Sarah, Emily and others become.... I was so excited about my life...'

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Tears dwelled in his eyes again, each drop filling his eyes to the brim such that his body had no choice but to relax the eyes. He could finally freely control them again.

*tic*

*tok*

It was 12 o' midnight. He finally lost consciousness and it all suddenly became blank.

[Liam Blane III Pleaf belonged to Blane family of Pleaf house, he was the third generation.

There were more than 50 families in Pleaf house but the Blane family was the original ones. All the families were involved in agricultural and mining businesses.

Neel house were involved in trade and manufacturing section.

Alame house produced knights and protectors.

The current king belong to solar house with only one family, of the first generation tyrant. The current prince is also third generation.

The man finally remembered his current life. He was Liam in this one. He also understood that he would never become Jake again. Because it wasn't the only time he had been reincarnated. He definitely lived many lives even if he only remembers two of them.]

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" The woman screamed on top of her lungs. She was a fat, old woman with a hoarse voice and brown wavy hair tied in a tight cloth that matched her brown dress perfectly.

She thought he peed. Her shout caught the attention of the entire mansion but no one really dared to interfere. It was because the only boss there was Liam himself who was soo meek to be bullied by the head maid, Catherine.

'Could it have been gotten any worse?' It was a new experience for Jake to but he always stood up for the victims in the past so he wasn't a fan of bullying especially if the bully had no ground.

"You are 21! NOT 2! Nothing but a waste of space! Not even worth your name!"

"Can you please just be a little quieter?"

"HUH? Do you even know what you have done?! Are you a child?!"

"..."

'I remember everything now. Its indeed my life.'

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Be Quieter please and do your job. Remember who's the one paying you."

Liam stood up and shooed her as he walked toward the washroom nonchalantly. His head was too messed up to behave any kinder.

"Wait! Come back!" As the bathroom door closed making Liam disappear, the room door opened welcoming other maids to clean the mess on the bed.

'Its the same manor i have been in since last 18 something years. The same dark green walls, light yellow ceilings, golden chandelier, brown furnitures that matches the aesthetic and variety of decorations. Its too boring now, too aggrevating. I hate this place. I hate some people here, some are okay, but no one i like here....'

The bathroom was big, similarly to the room. He brushed his teeths, freshened up and took a bath, throwing his hair in a bun after the bath as two streaks fell on his sides. His face seemed feminine like this, it already was but it accentuated it. His face was pretty, so was his body, not really fit for fighting someone. He looked exactly like some of his rich friends who grew up with nothing but cushions to walk on. They were kind people but a little out of touch. Liam although liked his older face a little better, because it matched his mother's eyes and father's lips.

Liam walked out finally looking put together in a dark crimson bath robe.

"Umm you with the ponytail, please fetch me some clothes." The middle aged women was suprised that he asked for something.

"Ah yes young lord" I chose the normal green ones that contrasted with his hair.

"Thank you umm"

"Agnes, lord" I have been here since years.

"Oh yeah, Agnes Mildfer, thanks."

I stepped into the dressing room to dress myself as the maids in my room cleaned it. It usually took 45 minutes and 5 maids each day which i considered long.

"Uh Agnes, i think we should get back to work okay?" May said, another maid with bony face. She was always passive aggressive.

"Isn't the lord a bit different now?" Said the maid with curled hair wrapped in a head wrap. All the maids had head wraps even if they didn't really wrapped their hairs properly.

"Tress, he is literally in the dressing room. Be quiet right now." Vanya spoke in a stern voice. She was right.

"But still..."

"We can do this later" May replied, she was getting irritated. May really only like Nabi, the most silent one out of the bunch.

'Have i really changed? Probably because of those strange memories.'

The 5'6 man looked at himself in the mirror. It was no shock he was not tall enough to be son of a prestigious member of house. But compared to peasant, he would be considered really tall.

'Strange...memories? No, it WAS my reality once. A reality i loved, not the one i want to escape.'