The sharp scent of disinfectant filled the air. Overhead, the surgical lights glared like cold, artificial suns. Rosalie felt the icy sting of the anesthesia creeping through her veins.
"Is this the end?" she wondered, her heart monitor's steady beep.... beep .... becoming a faint echo. " If I could go back that times, I wouldn't doubt myself or push him away again. I wouldn't be so afraid to lead."
Darkness swallowed her. She was running through the long green Meadows. Then sudden instead of the eternal silence she expected, a wave of heat washed over her. Cold sweat broke out across her forehead. Gasping for air, Rosalie bolted upright
She wasn't in a sterile operating room anymore. She was laying on a small, creaky bed in a room filled with the golden glow of a summer afternoon. The walls were covered with old wallpapers, and a familiar scent of jasmine wafted through the open window.
"Am I dead? Or is this a curel dream?" Her hands, small and unscarred, trembled as she touched the wooden desk. Then, a voice pierced through her confusion - a voice she hadn't heard in years.
"Rosie! meal is ready! Don't spend all your summer break sleeping!"
Her mother. It was 2009. The summer right after her final exams. The exact moment before every wrong choice began.
Before I could answer my mother, I frantically pinched my own arm. The sharp sting made me gasp, but it brought a surge of overwhelming joy.
"I'm alive again. Again at sixteen years old! This isn't a dream. I'm really back. Is this a second chance from a Load Buddha? This is a chance to fix all."
I took a deep breath, forcing my trembling heart to steady. I couldn't let anyone see my confusion. I bathed, dressed in my old favorite summer dress, and walked out to join my mother for lunch as if nothing had happened.
That evening, my father returned home with a surprise that changed everything_ a brand new laptop. In my past life, I used it only for movies and online games. But not this time.