The Love That Remains

It is relaxing to ride the swing when the wind is cool and playful. The sky is getting dark. But I don't want to go back home for a while.

I understand why Wang Mei did what she did in my past life. Grandmother Wang and Wang Mei were played by that old man. It was not their faults. Yet, I don't know how to accept this. Have I been ignorant in my past life? I didn't know about Fang Qi's ability. I didn't know why Wang Mei stopped talking to me. I didn't know that Sung Jun could also see ghosts.

I don't know why Sung Jun left that day. I don't know why that old man and Fang Qi hates my existence. If they hate my existence, why do they want to protect me from that evil thing? Did that old man make it up? If there is an evil thing that wants me, it should also want Fang Qi since our abilities are the same.

Unless there is something more.

It could be that old man who might have forced him to leave or he could have really left because he was tired of me. I can't find out. Things are different now. It's not like I can pretend to be in love with Sung Jun and see what that old man or Sung Jun would do in this life. Besides, I can't trick Sung Jun twice. He is too smart to mess with.

Everything is changing because I can see and touch the dead now.

"Yo!" The white cat appears out of nowhere in front of me. "I found you again."

"How did you find me?" I stop swinging on the swing. "I want to know how did you get my phone number and send a text." I can't imagine the cat using a phone to text me. That image is too hard to digest.

"I am a god. You are not privy to my secrets." He states it proudly and climbs the empty swing beside me.

This cat is interesting anyway. I guess that I am the only one who can understand him. There is a possibility that I am comatose after my accident in my last life. I could be in the hospital, breathing on machines and dreaming of this. This could be just a dream.

I recall Wang Mei's kick and scratch that thought away. I don't have such high imagination to think of things like this anyway.

"Why did you send me back in time?" It's a bit absurd to talk to a cat. Talking to the dead is weird too. Gods, ghosts, demons, and humans. What's next? Fairies?

"It's a long story." The cat climbs the empty swing beside me and sits down. "Your ancestor was a sorcerer. He played with forbidden arts and committed great sins. The firstborns of his descendants are paying the price for his mistakes. "

There is nothing surprising anymore.

"After a great master defeated and killed your ancestor, he sealed the first born's abilities. Since then, the seal is passed to the first born child of each generation of that sorcerer. In your father's case, it was broken when he went through a life and death experience. Only the firstborns carry the curse. It was supposed to end with your father, but he didn't die when the death came for him."

The cat stares at me strangely. "You also died once."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"I sent you back in time because I chose you as my chesspiece." The cat tilts his head and wags his tail. His heterochromia eyes are shining brightly. "You are the last descendant with the curse. It means, if you die, the curse will end."

"You want to use me," I mutter under my breath.

"Yes." The cat mewls and blinks in my direction. When it doesn't work, it jumps in my lap and rubs his head on my hands. It's trying to act cute, isn't? It's a cat no matter how I see it. Just a talking cat. Who can believe that it's a god? A cat god or a god cat?

"If you are a god, at least act like a god." I shove him off my lap and stand up. He falls on the ground on his paws. "Why do you act like a freaking cat?"

"I don't have control." The cat huffs. "I can't resist the urges, woman. Bear with it."

"What?"

"I am currently stuck in the body of a cat." The cat grimaces. "You are warm and comfortable."

"..." It's not comfortable to hear it from a talking cat god.