By the time I woke up the next day the thought had already left my head, the thought of wanting to get rid of him made me uncomfortable and also made me realize how different I was from him and my parents, I wasn't the type of person that could abandon anyone, no matter the circumstance, if I loved and cared for them I could never harm them.

That's why even in my last life as I pretended to give up on my family I would wake up with tears on my face, a clear sign I had been crying through the night, and every time someone would talk about them, including the little brother I never met my heart would throb, but at the same time, I had enough common sense to know that even if I went back they would never accept me back.

So every day as I lived my life I forced myself to forget them and the pain it brought me every time I remembered how easily I was abandoned by them, so maybe I was never truly happy and was just forcing myself to, I built myself this life just to get over the one I was forced to give up, I was truly pathetic.

As I laid in the hospital bed staring out the window I came to the realization that maybe I had never even lived for myself, yes, in the entirety of my last life I only did things according to what I thought they would want, I had spent my entire childhood life studying in order to get good grades so when I grew up I could help them, completely ignoring myself, the one that had no friends, no social skills to speak of and was being bullied constantly.

I had even unintentionally sacrificed myself in order for my parents to live a better life, as they had basically sold me for a few million dollars, yes that was all I was worth to them and then during my time in prison, I didn't call them because I didn't want to upset them and remind them of the shame they had to live with because their son ended up in jail and lastly the way I lived the first year when I got out of jail, close enough to see them but not close enough to bother them.

I had lived my entire just for them and as I ran through my memory there wasn't a single thing that I had gained from doing so, I didn't get their love nor care, I didn't get any respect or inspired any of the people with me and as I thought about it I was never truly happy especially after that incident.

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I stared at the people in the room my eyes lingering on each of them one by one and as I stared at them I came to the decision that living my life for others wasn't worth it, I would gain nothing no matter who I did it for and since I was given this second life then maybe the one who gave it to me was thinking the same thing, they as much like myself, wanted me to just live for me.

A small smile came to my face, as soon as I was finished dealing with this case then I would start this new life of mine with a haircut, I remember a few years after I had left prison I had met this woman that said I was handsome, so maybe if I just cut it then everything would be better and as for those bullies in my school, as someone who had spent nearly two decades surviving in prison, they were literal child's play.

"Hyun Chin-Hae." I looked at the person who called me and he gave me a smile "My name is officer Hong Jeong-Hoon, you might not remember but yesterday when you entered the station I was the one you had spoke to before passing out and I also brought you here, although we could clearly see it through the camera we still need your statement and then after that, you're free to rest we won't contact you about the case again unless it is absolutely necessary."

I nodded to him hiding my smile, as I kept myself from saying that I did know him and that more than know him he was a dear friend of mine and the only one that knew who I was and what happened to me before I moved to my new town, he was even the one that helped me out the most and became the only person I ever truly trusted and because of that as I had told him about my life he had also told me about his and that was why when I woke up he was the only person I thought could help me and where to find him at this time.

He watched at me and I slowly told him what happened he only asked a few questions and mostly sat there listening to me it seemed he hadn't changed from how he was in my old life because the thing that made me see him as my family was the way that when I just wanted someone to talk to he would always listen to me, he was a better father to me than the one I had called so all my life.

But sadly for this man when he finally passed away at the age of eighty, aside from the people in the town that knew him, it was only me and one other that came to see him off from before he left, I looked up the woman, Officer Ki Bong-Cha, she was nearly a decade younger than him and was still striking with an oppressive aura when she came to see him off and we had only spoken once, after the funeral she asked me if I wanted a drink and as an old woman, she could really drink.