Electra’s POV

I couldn’t believe it. After weeks of hoping, praying, and wishing that Seraphina and I could just switch back to our real lives, it finally happened.

I was Electra Vale again—or at least, I was supposed to be, but instead of getting my life back, I woke up to the revelation that I was dead. Not just dead—about to be buried and forgotten, with today as my funeral.

I stared blankly at the room, my body stiff and my mind racing. The absurdity of it all made me want to laugh, but the seriousness of it made me want to cry.

My life, the one I had been so desperate to reclaim, was actually over. Done, and yet here I was, alive in some way, stuck in limbo where no one but Seraphina seemed to see me or hear me.

It was supposed to be a normal day—well, as normal as my life could ever be. Instead, I was trapped in this bizarre nightmare, my existence reduced to a question mark.

I had already woken up from a dream that left me reeling, a dream where I saw my mother but didn’t get the chance to talk to her. That alone had thrown me into an emotional spiral, and now this? Just why were the gods trying to test my patience? Was it until I finally snapped and killed someone out of rage? Would they stop messing with me then?

I let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through my hair as I turned back toward Seraphina. She was now sitting on the bed, her brow furrowed, and her expression as lost and confused as I felt.

The craziness of everything—my supposed death, the funeral, the dream, everything—was eating me up, and I could see it was also wearing her out as well.

“Seraphina,” I said finally, my voice softer than I expected. “Is there something you’re not telling me? Something that I’m supposed to know, but haven’t been told.”

She blinked, looking up at me with wide, confused eyes. “What? No. What could I possibly know that I haven’t already told you?”

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep my voice even. I didn’t want to snap at her since this situation, whatever it was, wasn’t her fault, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was holding back. Something about the way she had confronted Deena earlier, the way she’d accused her of killing me, didn’t sit right with me.

“Why did you accuse Deena?” I asked, crossing my arms as I leaned against the wall. “You practically came out and said she killed me. That’s a pretty strong accusation, Sera. You don’t just say something like that without a reason.”

Seraphina shifted uncomfortably, her gaze dropping to her lap. “I—I don’t know,” she said after a moment, her voice hesitant. “It just… it came out. I wasn’t thinking.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, my frustration rushing to the surface. “No,” I said firmly. “That’s not true. You don’t just accuse someone of murder because you ‘weren’t thinking.’ There’s something you’re not telling me, and I need to know what it is. Now.”

She looked up at me, her face pale and her lips pressed into a thin line. For a moment, I thought she was going to brush me off again, but then she sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

“Okay,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “There is something, but please don’t hate me for not telling you much sooner. I didn’t think it was serious at first, and I also wanted to avoid talking to you, and later on, I just missed my timing to talk about it.”

I frowned, my curiosity growing. “Just tell me, Seraphina,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm even though my heart was pounding. “What’s going on?”

She let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her hair as though steeling herself to speak.

“Well,” she began hesitantly, “before our lives switched the first time, there was something I overheard. I don’t remember the exact day, but I remember hearing a voice… someone talking about killing the princess.”

I was taken aback, but I said nothing, letting her continue.

She bit her lip, avoiding my eyes. “It was at the rooftop of the class building,” she continued. “I didn’t see who it was at first. But later… later, I found out that the girl who was talking up there was Deena.”

The air left my lungs in a rush. “Are you sure it was her?” I repeated, my voice barely audible.

My chest tightened as I tried to take in what she was saying.

“Yes,” Seraphina confirmed, her voice low. “She was talking to someone—on the phone, I think—and they were instructing her to kill the princess of Elmeria. I ended up putting two and two together, and I figured that it had to be you since you’re the only princess of Elmeria.”

My jaw dropped, my mind going completely blank for a moment. I had thought my mood couldn’t possibly sink any lower, but now it felt like the ground under me had shattered completely.

Deena—one of the people I had trusted most—had been planning to kill me, and not just planning but possibly also succeeding since I was supposedly already dead.

I pushed off the wall, the tension in my body growing unbearable as I paced across the room. My thoughts spiraled, and I could hear Seraphina trying to speak again, but her words were drowned out by the noise in my head.

Finally, I turned to her, my voice trembling with anger and disbelief. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner, Seraphina? You overheard someone plotting to kill me, and you didn’t think it was important enough to mention this to me immediately? Are you serious?”

Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to respond, but I didn’t let her. “You could have told me the same day you heard it,” I said, my voice rising. “Or at any point after our lives switched. Hell, even a hint would’ve been nice! But you didn’t say anything. Why? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Seraphina’s face twisted with guilt, and she raised her hands in a defensive gesture. “I didn’t know how, Electra!” she exclaimed. “At that point, I didn’t think we were close enough, and I thought that if I told you, you’d not believe me. Also, after our lives switched, I was trying to keep up with the change and didn’t even remember at first, and when I did, I couldn’t find the right time to bring it up.”

Her words did little to reduce the anger inside me, and I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I glared at her.

“No, Sera,” I said coldly, “you don’t get to play the ‘I didn’t know how to tell you’ card. You had plenty of chances. So, tell me the truth—did you just not care? Or maybe, because you hated me for how I treated you back then, you wanted me to get killed. Is that it? Was this your way of getting revenge?”

Seraphina’s eyes widened in shock, and she immediately stood up, shaking her head vehemently. “No! Electra, I would never—”

“Wouldn’t you?” I snapped, my voice shaking with anger and hurt. “You had every reason to hate me, Seraphina. I bullied you. I was awful to you. So maybe you thought, ‘If someone’s going to kill her, why not let it happen?’ Admit it!”

Her face crumpled, and I could see the tears welling in her eyes, but I didn’t care. I was too consumed by my own emotions to stop myself.

“You knew,” I said, my voice breaking. “You knew, and you said nothing, and now I’m dead, Seraphina. I supposedly had a heart attack or was potentially murdered, but I’ll never know which one it was since I’m already dead! Thanks for nothing!”

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