My best friend wanted to escape her abusive boyfriend, so she asked to stay at my place. I agreed and urged her to use the chance to break up with that piece of trash for good. I never expected him to win her back so easily a day later, then move into my home with her. The two of them refused to leave. A week later, the heatwave apocalypse struck. They threw me out, and I died of the heat right outside my own home. Even after I died, my resentment lingered. I swore that if I got another chance, I would avenge my death. I never expected Heaven to hear me and truly give me the chance to live my life over again.
