Chapter 2The Kiss of Life

If depression was a talent, I'd be a prodigy.

Six months ago, a car ran a red light and flattened me.

I died.

But not completely.

I accidentally acquired a System.

The System told me it wasn't my time.

But living came with a condition: I had to leech off Chase Sterling's "luck."

Haha.

Loan-sharking my own life.

The problem was, Chase and I were enemies.

As kids, he copied everything I did.

I played with RC planes, he played with RC planes. I played with cars, he played with cars. I played with Barbies, he snatched the Barbies!

Growing up, it got worse.

I went on vacation; he followed. If I wore a brand twice, his closet would be full of it the next day. Whatever hobby I picked up, he was there in the next class.

If I could do it, he could do it. If I couldn't, he could.

It really cramped my style.

One day I snapped: "You know Dolly the sheep only lived six years, right?"

He shrugged. "So? People remembered her for decades."

"..."

From then on, it was war.

Running in the same social circles meant constant clashes. Sarcasm was our love language.

Everyone knew we hated each other.

Back then, even if someone told me to my face they hated me, I'd politely reply, "Sorry, I already have someone I hate."

But since I started needing Chase to live, I visited him constantly.

Our friends thought I was plotting his murder.

Even when I explained I was just there to visit (kiss) him.

Nobody believed me.

People actually warned Chase to watch his back.

That is what you call a reputation.

System: [What are you proud of?]

When life is on the line, dignity takes a backseat.

I'll never forget Chase's face the first time I kissed him.

I had just revived. I was disoriented.

Chase rushed in from somewhere, eyes red, suit messy.

I saw him and instinctively rolled my eyes.

I might have hallucinated it, but he seemed to relax.

He looked me over several times before straightening his tie.

"You're okay?"

I snapped, "Worry about yourself. I'm fine."

System: [Cough.]

I froze.

Chase, seeing I was my usual prickly self, turned to leave.

System: [Don't waste the resurrection! Do it now!]