It all began with a ceremony.

  Parents were crying, proud of their children who just graduated. Friends were hugging each other, celebrating the end of exams and annoying classes. And I, was waiting behind the school’s building for the boy who sent me a love letter. It was foolish of me. I should have been with my family, celebrating my graduation, but my greediness was stronger.

  I wanted love, I craved it.

  But the person who came, wasn’t here for the same reason as me. I got killed, killed by a twisted jealousy.

  When I woke up, it wasn’t in a hospital bed, nor in the after life. I was in a cradle, and everything seemed gigantic. It’s later that I learned where I was and more importantly, who I was.

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  Layla Zahary Sahary, first child of the Wasir Sahary. A girl who ended the life of her mother by being born two months too early. And more importantly, one of the characters I wrote years ago, and who was fated to die.

  When I was in middle school, I started writing a story : "The Roses love." A romance inspired by the numbers of Manhwas I read, but representing the Arabian culture as well.

  It took me months to start to accept that I’ve been reincarnated, and had now a new life.

  I’ve grown up, slowly. I amazed people by my incredible maturity and intelligence, making my father proud. I entered the academia, and got amazing scores at every exams. I tough that maybe, I could avoid the tragic fate of this character, but fate can’t be changed. And just like in the novel, I became the female lead’s maid.