"The strongest feeling in the world. Desperation… maybe one of them. People can surpass all moral lines and go to any length if they become desperate enough.
It sticks with the person, either until that person achieves his goal, or completely breaks down… Interesting."
Said a woman lying sideways on a bed with a soft white blanket.
She wore a pink bralette and a short skirt with long chiffon drapes falling over the bed. She was looking seductively in the front as if studying an interesting subject with a seductive smile.
From behind the bed some red vines with many long prickles were climbing up as if trying to reach her with a black flower on the edge.
The same red vines had spread through the floor of the entire room with a few leaves of light red colour with the picture of an eye on it. As if an artist had tried his best to make it as scary as he could.
Amidst this horrific environment lay the beauty, playing her lips with her fingers and another hand laid straight on her body, grabbing the chiffon.
"Hmm, I think…. I am starting to like this boy,"
She said looking in front where a view of a person lowering his head while crying was being shown on a cloud.
She had been looking at him for a while and in a short time she had analysed all of his life.
As she seemed to be having fun the boy kept crying and screaming as his right hand stood in front of his right thigh that was covered with bandages and his left hand beside his right knee.
He wore a light blue gown that covered his upper body to thigh.
A few metres away from the bed stood two girls, one in navy blue scrub, another one in light blue scrub.
"Why don't you go and console him?" said the girl with a navy blue scrub as she nudged the other girl and looked at her with sharp eyes, "he is your boyfriend right?"
"He was," hissed the other girl with light blue scrub, "we broke up about like… half a month ago."
"But still he was–"
"If you get emotional every time something happens to one of your boyfriends, you will find yourself upset every morning by the age of 40, and besides.." she turned to the guy whose cries had gradually turned to whimper and he was gripping the white blanket, "he will ask me for a leg if I say something like 'I am here for you' or 'everything will be fine'."
"..."
The senior nurse was left speechless by this, "alright I am going," said his ex as she took a step back, "we had to make him stop crying, and it looks like he did it himself."
"Wait…" before the other girl could stop her she started walking faster with each step.
She sighed and looked at him last time before deciding to walk away too, but before she could take a step, she heard a funk song from inside the room.
She took a look to realise that it was the ringtone of his phone. After thinking for a second she rushed inside the room and picked up the phone that was beside the bed on a desk.
The phone glass had been shattered into pieces making it hard to see the name. But she could still read some letters.
There was 'L' then 'o' the other latter was completely impossible to see them 'er'
'Lover?' she thought to herself, 'I guess it is to be expected since he was quite popular among girls,' she then looked at the helpless boy who now just seemed to be looking down silently, gritting his teeth.
"Um, it seems like your girlfriend is calling you, here ," she received the call and stretched her hand.
"Hey," it was a thick voice of a guy, she was surprised for a second but didn't thought much of it, but then, "you told me that you will give me an handicap in our fight… but damn, I think you went a Lil overboard. If you—"
Before he could speak any further the girl dismissed the call and looked at him silently, "I am really really sorry," then she dashed outside of the room.
The goddess who was still watching all this chuckled as she replayed the same scene a few more times before shook her head and sat up. "Alright, I have waited long enough now," she said as her entire room filled with clouds as the scene of the boy became more and more clear until she found herself sitting on the same desk his phone was a while ago.
Her clothes gradually changed, it looked like more fabric was coming out of her skirt and bralette until it became a maxi dress with puffy pink shoulders.
The chiffon of the dress now covered up to her ankle making her ankle slightly visible as she swung it playfully.
"Hey," she said with a soft voice, but as she had expected he didn't look back.
She narrowed her eyes as she pressed them sideways, seemingly getting even more interested in him.
She lifted her hand and blew wind towards him through her mouth, as the wind hit him he shook from the button to the top. His mouth widened before he spun his head to look at the gorgeous woman before him.
The wind was cold enough to make him come to his senses.
He narrowed his eyes in confusion but he still wasn't in any condition to ask anything.
"I will make it short," she walked towards him and put her hand on his head. He just stayed there dumbfounded until much information entered his brain at once.
"What do you think?"
"No…. I have to be dreaming," he held his head tightly then moved his palm across his head, "I haven't gone mad am I?" He asked himself.
"Why don't you confirm it by accepting my proposal?" She suggested, "you won't lose anything from it."
Hearing that the boy looked over all the new information once again, it was hard for him to believe it all. A goddess, transmigration, magic…. Second chance.
As she said, it didn't look like he would be losing anything from it. He exhaled once then gave a low nod.
With this single nod now his whole life was about to change.