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[This is a copied and pasted chapter of My Sweet Wife Doesn’t Like Humans, It's supposed to be a tragic, tragic type of story but I don't think it's none of that. Should I change the genre and the tags? I'm feeling a little conflicted I'm not crying a single tear as I read it.
It's short maybe 810 words and 4,346 characters except for the A/n. I wanted to write more words but I ran out of ideas.]
[A/n: Do not worry this story has been proofread, edited, and revised many times for you to enjoy this story. If you like to continue reading this novel add it to your library. Please rate it from 1-10 and give suggestions because I'm always on writer's block and have low creativity with a low passion for doing anything... I hope you enjoy it. ^^]
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Chapter 1: G-ghost!?
Inside a dimly lighted room, a woman lay on the floor under a pool of her blood pouring from her head as a man hugged the woman, muttering under his breath with distraught resting upon his face.
Holding her in his embrace, he shook her stiff, motionless body, attempting to revive her from her eternal nap.
"Peijing! please wake up—I promise we'll go for a walk together! Didn't you say you wanted to see the Cherry Blossoms bloom?"
He whispered, with tears threatening to fall from his eyes. Someone walked from behind him and tapped his shoulder. "she's gone". The man slapped the person's hand away in anger, "She's just sleeping.".
During the same time, a woman lay on a hospital bed reading a book, As her relatives sat by her bedside, She didn't look up from the novel she was reading to say one thing to them she couldn't bear to look at them and talk eye to eye.
It was overwhelming.
She's dying and there's nothing they can do about it. She barely has time left. Shakily grabbed a pencil and paper from the nightstand. The woman writes what she wanted to say to her family.
I'm sorry that you had to see me in this condition.
She thought while closing her book and settling aside the pencil and paper. She rested her eyelids as she laid back on the soft white bed. Thinking back to the way she used to live... She never had a childhood of a normal child.
She spent her days in and out of the hospital that permanently came to be her home at age 14.
Her family did the best they could to make her happy and never sad. All they wanted was for her to be healthy and strong but she failed to make that dream of theirs come true. Her health didn't get better but it.. worsened gradually over time.
•••
It suddenly smelled like wet damp wood and rotten mold and it no longer felt like a soft warm bed. Is this the afterlife? She heard there was a waiting room and someone will hold a big book and read out all your sins and decide whether you were eligible to enter the gates of heaven or fall below with the devil for eternity.
But it seems that it must be fake—something her grandmother said to trick her into being a good kid.
Opening her eyes, she looked around but couldn't see a thing and moved her arms and legs. It felt like she was in a small confined space. Is this a coffin? Oh lord.
Outside the confined space she rested in, Two young men in ragged apparel that had patches and the thread which put the garbs together looked weak and at any minute their clothing would fall apart.
They hold a coffin which suddenly starts violently shaking side to side
The two men in rugged clothing dropped it hastily as if they were holding something hot ...like fire.
The men slowly opened it.. inside laid a woman staring at them eye to eye with a fierce expression drawn upon her face. Opening her, mouth she spoke:
"Set me free."
"G-ghost!---There's a ghost help!!" One of them said screaming and running away in fear.
Not too far away stood the silhouette of a man holding a banquet of artificial small roses. [modern_footnote]Can't afford to get real ones. [/modern_footnote]
My beloved gem is alive..?!
Running towards the wooden birch opened the coffin, He hugs the lady startling her."Peijing!My love are you okay? Are you feeling alright?!" He asked in a worried and yet dreadful tone. This could all be a dream...And he does not want it to end.
•••
"What do you mean? That's not my name! My name is Nanan--! How many times do I have to tell you?..." Nannan said trying to push away this guy who keeps calling her 'Peijing', it's getting on her nerves now.
He's not even explaining why he's calling her that. This man must be crazy for sure he must be.
Something finally clicked in her head.
When she finally saw her appearance in front of her stood a large hand mirror her reflection was not something she was expecting. Where did her pale unhealthy skin go? Where did her birthmark go?
She used to have a large spot on her face that reached her mouth to her eye on the right side of her face. It's gone!
This is not my body! Did I swap bodies with someone?
She thought panicking as she held her face almost pulling her hair from its roots. Why did God give her a second chance at life inside another body? Someone else body.
The original soul of this body must be feeling sad that a horrible ghost took over its veneer.
It's short maybe 810 words and 4,346 characters except for the A/n. I wanted to write more words but I ran out of ideas.]
[A/n: Do not worry this story has been proofread, edited, and revised many times for you to enjoy this story. If you like to continue reading this novel add it to your library. Please rate it from 1-10 and give suggestions because I'm always on writer's block and have low creativity with a low passion for doing anything... I hope you enjoy it. ^^]
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Chapter 1: G-ghost!?
Inside a dimly lighted room, a woman lay on the floor under a pool of her blood pouring from her head as a man hugged the woman, muttering under his breath with distraught resting upon his face.
Holding her in his embrace, he shook her stiff, motionless body, attempting to revive her from her eternal nap.
"Peijing! please wake up—I promise we'll go for a walk together! Didn't you say you wanted to see the Cherry Blossoms bloom?"
He whispered, with tears threatening to fall from his eyes. Someone walked from behind him and tapped his shoulder. "she's gone". The man slapped the person's hand away in anger, "She's just sleeping.".
During the same time, a woman lay on a hospital bed reading a book, As her relatives sat by her bedside, She didn't look up from the novel she was reading to say one thing to them she couldn't bear to look at them and talk eye to eye.
It was overwhelming.
She's dying and there's nothing they can do about it. She barely has time left. Shakily grabbed a pencil and paper from the nightstand. The woman writes what she wanted to say to her family.
I'm sorry that you had to see me in this condition.
She thought while closing her book and settling aside the pencil and paper. She rested her eyelids as she laid back on the soft white bed. Thinking back to the way she used to live... She never had a childhood of a normal child.
She spent her days in and out of the hospital that permanently came to be her home at age 14.
Her family did the best they could to make her happy and never sad. All they wanted was for her to be healthy and strong but she failed to make that dream of theirs come true. Her health didn't get better but it.. worsened gradually over time.
•••
It suddenly smelled like wet damp wood and rotten mold and it no longer felt like a soft warm bed. Is this the afterlife? She heard there was a waiting room and someone will hold a big book and read out all your sins and decide whether you were eligible to enter the gates of heaven or fall below with the devil for eternity.
But it seems that it must be fake—something her grandmother said to trick her into being a good kid.
Opening her eyes, she looked around but couldn't see a thing and moved her arms and legs. It felt like she was in a small confined space. Is this a coffin? Oh lord.
Outside the confined space she rested in, Two young men in ragged apparel that had patches and the thread which put the garbs together looked weak and at any minute their clothing would fall apart.
They hold a coffin which suddenly starts violently shaking side to side
The two men in rugged clothing dropped it hastily as if they were holding something hot ...like fire.
The men slowly opened it.. inside laid a woman staring at them eye to eye with a fierce expression drawn upon her face. Opening her, mouth she spoke:
"Set me free."
"G-ghost!---There's a ghost help!!" One of them said screaming and running away in fear.
Not too far away stood the silhouette of a man holding a banquet of artificial small roses. [modern_footnote]Can't afford to get real ones. [/modern_footnote]
My beloved gem is alive..?!
Running towards the wooden birch opened the coffin, He hugs the lady startling her."Peijing!My love are you okay? Are you feeling alright?!" He asked in a worried and yet dreadful tone. This could all be a dream...And he does not want it to end.
•••
"What do you mean? That's not my name! My name is Nanan--! How many times do I have to tell you?..." Nannan said trying to push away this guy who keeps calling her 'Peijing', it's getting on her nerves now.
He's not even explaining why he's calling her that. This man must be crazy for sure he must be.
Something finally clicked in her head.
When she finally saw her appearance in front of her stood a large hand mirror her reflection was not something she was expecting. Where did her pale unhealthy skin go? Where did her birthmark go?
She used to have a large spot on her face that reached her mouth to her eye on the right side of her face. It's gone!
This is not my body! Did I swap bodies with someone?
She thought panicking as she held her face almost pulling her hair from its roots. Why did God give her a second chance at life inside another body? Someone else body.
The original soul of this body must be feeling sad that a horrible ghost took over its veneer.