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After coming to the conclusion that you're indeed dead, you figured you'd might as well recap what happened before your death and find out the b¡✓©[] who jump scared your ass to hell.

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The peaceful summer breeze made your [hair color] colored locks highlight magnificently.

but you still looked dull.

That was one thing you hated about yourself... The fact that you never blended in.

You thought having a dull [hair color] shade of hair would increase your chances of being ordinary.

But turns out that the people in your school were so unique that being dull was considered extraordinary.

If you had a common hair color, you would stand out.

It would be considered fascinating, interesting, attractive, and magnetic. And all other synonyms that you wouldn't bother to learn in English class.

It's quite the contrast to what other schools have to offer. I know.

Back to reality.

And out of your never ending complaints.

You were sited on the rooftop, at the middle left of it, near the railings.

The railings were relatively high, unless you're a Giraffe, you wouldn't struggle with it. Quite impossible to fall from there honestly.

As I was monologuing before...

You were sited close to the railings, lunch wondering off to who knows where in whatever their name was' possession.

You didn't care about your lunch though; you were far more immersed in the supposed romance novel in your concrete hard palms.

"Chelsea please! I love you! Say you love me too! You love me too, right?!!" A crazed male said, he was thirsty for love, desperate even, and oh boy was he willing to throw his pride away for that.

"Francis... Please listen to me..." A feminine voice spoke up, tone far more calm but timid than the previous male. Her features were quite exquisite, pale reflection, high cheekbones, hourglass body. Her hair seemed to display different shades of its color due to the reflection of the sun.

To put it short.

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

But.

There was a catch.

She wasn't the main character.

She was just someone who got reincarnated as the main character's best friend.

AND she somehow managed to unintentionally steal the spotlight.

"Chelsea... P–please—... I– I'll do anything you ask of me... Just, please..."  He paused to take a breather as he was speaking in haste.

"Love me..."

Francis, the male who is begging for love, does look like quite the heartthrob, with a lean build that appears muscular, and black colored hair decorated with some natural purple highlights. His purple eyes demanded respect most of the time, they often had an air of royalty.

Superiority.

Authority.

​​​​​​But here he was,