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Alexa's eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar, chilling landscape. He found himself wandering through a vast, eerie graveyard under a sky heavy with gray clouds. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he took in the somber rows of headstones, each one a silent testament to lives lost.

The atmosphere grew more chilling as he noticed a gathering of people clad in black surrounding a specific grave. The mourners’ sorrowful expressions and tear-streaked faces were a stark contrast to the desolate setting. His heart raced, a dreadful realization creeping into his mind.

“Mama… Papa…!” he screamed, his voice cracking with desperation as he sprinted towards them. His parents were there, along with Kate, Jane, and Brandon—his closest friends. His cries echoed through the cemetery, but their attention remained fixed on the grave.

“Ma… Pa… I’m here! Can’t you see me? Kate, why… why can’t you see me? Jane… Jane… Babe… Please look at me! Brandon… It’s me, bro. Come on, look here. Guys, hey. It’s me!” His pleas were frantic, his voice growing hoarse as he desperately tried to get their attention.

Alexa moved frantically around the gathering, waving his arms, shouting their names, but nothing changed. The mourners continued their grief-stricken rituals, oblivious to his presence. The pastor’s somber tone carried through the ceremony, but it felt distant and surreal to Alexa.

His heart pounded as he stumbled back, overwhelmed by the horrifying realization that he was witnessing his own funeral. The crushing weight of grief and disbelief settled over him. He watched helplessly as his loved ones mourned, unable to reach them or make them aware of his presence.

Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the falling rain, as the reality of his situation sank in. The cold ground beneath him seemed to mock his plight. The pain of watching his family and friends grieve for someone who was still alive—a spectral presence trapped in a nightmarish limbo—was unbearable.

The ceremony continued as if he were a mere shadow, an unseen observer of his own tragic farewell. The profound sadness in his heart was mirrored by the solemnity of the graveyard, a place that had now become both his prison and his prisoner's confession.

Alexa jolted awake, his scream still echoing in his ears. His heart pounded, and sweat coated his skin as he sat up, gasping for breath. The graveyard, the mourners, the overwhelming sense of loss—it had all been a vivid, nightmarish dream.

The room around him was dimly lit, the familiar contours of his own bedroom gradually coming into focus. The luxurious surroundings he had seen before were nowhere to be found. He was back in his own reality, but the terror and anguish from the dream clung to him like a suffocating shroud.

The vision of his own funeral was still fresh in his mind, and the thought of his parents—his real parents—living through such devastation was unbearable. The dream had been a stark reminder of the pain he would have caused them if he had truly died. His heart ached at the thought of them grieving for their only son, a pain he could scarcely imagine but deeply empathized with.

As he fought to calm his racing heart, Alexa realized the gravity of his situation. The dream had been a cruel reflection of his worst fears. He had to confront the reality of his life, not just the fantastical elements of the novel or the troubling dreams. The emotional weight of his family’s potential suffering was a harsh reminder of the responsibilities and connections that bound him to his own world.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The dream had been unsettling, but it was also a call to action—a reminder to cherish his loved ones and confront his own fears and challenges head-on. With renewed determination, Alexa resolved to face his reality with a clearer sense of purpose and to appreciate the precious moments he still had with those he cared about.

It was now a month and a half since he'd transmigrated into the novel, and he was living in a house with his best friends. He just opened his bedroom door and look around and froze.

His room was a shrine to Vincelo Valentine, the novel's male lead. Polaroids of Vincelo were plastered all over the walls, and posters covered every inch of space. The pièce de résistance? A pillow with Vincelo's face on it. The room resembled a fan's dream, but not in a good way.

Alexa stared at the pillow, then at the posters, then back at the pillow. "Seriously?" he muttered to himself. "I know Vincelo is handsome, but this is a bit much."

He shook his head, trying to banish the cringe worthy sight from his mind. "I mean, I get it. If I were gay, I’d probably have a major crush on him, too. But this is taking it to a whole new level of fanboyism."

He walked over to the poster-covered wall, peeling off a particularly large one with Vincelo's smoldering gaze. "Who needs this many pictures of a guy, anyway?" he chuckled. "I might as well start practicing my fan chants and figure out how to get a signature on this pillow."

He sighed and plopped down on his bed, the Vincelo pillow squishing beneath him. "Great. I'm living in a shrine to a fictional character. What’s next? A life-sized cardboard cutout in the living room?"

As he looked around, a smirk grew on his face. "Well, at least I’m living in a novel where the worst thing is my room looking like a fan club headquarters. It could be worse—like getting stuck in a plot where I’m just the guy who cleans up after the real protagonist."

Alexa laughed, shaking his head at his absurd situation. He decided to embrace the humor of it all. After all, if he had to live in a room dedicated to someone, it might as well be with a smile on his face and a joke in his heart.

“Guys, I need a favor,” Alexa announced as he walked into the kitchen where his housemates were enjoying their breakfast.

Julie, who resembled Kate, looked up with curiosity. “What is it?”

“Hmmm, I want to change my room decor. It looks uncomfortable,” Alexa said, casually munching on a tuna sandwich made by Chloe. His words caused Julie, Danelly, and Chloe to nearly choke on their food.

“Uhuk… uhuk… You want to throw away all those treasures of yours?!” Danelly spluttered, struggling to regain composure.

“Yeah, why not,” Alexa replied nonchalantly. The shock on his friends’ faces slowly turned into relief. They were visibly glad that Alexa was finally ready to move on from his obsessive Vincelo-themed room.

The three friends exchanged relieved glances and nodded. “Alright, let’s do it,” Chloe said, still recovering from her surprise.

After several hours of intense redecoration, Alexa’s room had transformed from a shrine to Vincelo Valentine into a much more tasteful and functional space. The walls were no longer covered in posters and polaroids; instead, they sported calming, neutral colors and minimalistic decor.

“Wow, this looks amazing,” Alexa said, surveying the new look. “Thanks, guys. I didn’t realize how much I needed a change.”

Julie grinned. “We’re just glad to see you finally living in a room that doesn’t scream ‘obsessed fan.’”

Danelly chuckled. “Yeah, it’s nice to see you so... normal.”

Chloe laughed, giving Alexa a playful nudge. “Welcome back to reality.”

As they admired their work, Alexa felt a wave of relief. His room was now a peaceful retreat rather than a tribute to a fictional character. The makeover had not only improved his living space but also his mood.

Alexa lounged on the sofa in the living room, engrossed in his laptop while his friends huddled around, absorbed in a horror movie.

“What are you looking at?” Julie asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“I’m waiting for an email from the university about my appeal to change my course,” Alexa replied, his fingers nervously tapping the keyboard.

“They’ll approve it. You don’t need to worry. You passed the entrance exams, after all,” Chloe reassured him.

Alexa nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. Though he knew his parents’ connections would likely make the change easier, he still had that nagging anxiety.

“Honestly, I’m curious why you suddenly want to switch. If it’s just to avoid Vincelo Valentine, I’m telling you, business and economics are farther from engineering than medical sciences,” Danelly said, raising an eyebrow.

Caught off guard, Alexa blinked. “Well, I just feel like studying business isn’t really my thing. Becoming a dentist seems like a better fit for me.”

Danelly nodded, accepting his answer. Julie and Chloe, however, exchanged puzzled looks.

“Are you sure it’s not just because you’re trying to dodge someone?” Julie asked, her curiosity piqued.

Alexa smirked, thinking, “Well, if you must know, I used to be a dentist before."

 " Honestly I can’t stand business management. It’s like trying to sell ice to Eskimos.” he said.

His friends burst into laughter, the tension around his course change easing. As the horror movie’s suspenseful music swelled, Alexa felt a bit more at ease, realizing he’d probably made the right choice—even if his reasons were a bit more personal than he’d initially let on.

The morning sunlight streamed into the room, casting a warm glow over everything as Alexa slowly woke up. Still half-asleep, he made his way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face to shake off the last remnants of sleep. He reached for his glasses on the bedside table and slipped them on, squinting at his reflection in the mirror.

A groggy chuckle escaped him as he took in his appearance. There he was, with his thick glasses magnifying his eyes and his bowl-cut haircut doing him no favors. "I look like Pororo," he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. No wonder Vincelo seemed to want to avoid him sometimes. Honestly, if he were in Vincelo's shoes, he’d probably punch himself too if some guy looking like this chased after him.

Alexa sighed and removed his glasses, trading them for a bunny headband that pushed his hair back as he began his morning skincare routine. Once finished, he paused to really take in his reflection. Without the glasses, it was like he was seeing himself for the first time.

Sure, he might’ve looked like a total nerd a minute ago, but now? Now he could appreciate the features that were, frankly, quite stunning. His skin was flawless—fair, light, and practically glowing, even more radiant than white pearls. His cat-like eyes, no longer hidden behind thick lenses, were sharp and captivating, drawing attention without effort. And those love-shaped lips? They were almost too pretty for his own good.

Even with his soft, feminine features, there was no denying that he still had a handsomeness to him. Alexa found himself grinning. There was really no need for those glasses; they just hid how good-looking he truly was.

"Why am I making myself look worse on purpose?" he wondered aloud, shaking his head at his own reflection. A new resolve sparked within him—he was done with those glasses. It was time for a change. He decided right then and there that he would switch to contact lenses and get a new haircut. Something that would do justice to his face, not hide it.

Feeling a surge of excitement, Alexa looked at himself one last time in the mirror, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let’s see how they handle the new me," he thought, already imagining the reactions he’d get. This was going to be fun.

As Alexa prepared to leave, Julie called out, “Hey, where are you going?”

“I’m getting a haircut. Next week we’re going back to school!” Alexa replied, slipping on his shoes with enthusiasm.

Julie’s curiosity piqued. “Are you sure you can drive yourself, or do you want me to take you? You’ve changed a lot since coming back from the hospital. I’m a bit worried.”

Alexa waved her off with a grin. “I’ll be fine. Just need a change of scenery, you know?”

As he hopped into his Porsche and drove off, Julie watched with a mix of concern and confusion. The memory of his car crash shortly after getting his driving license flashed in her mind. Shaking her head, she hoped for the best.

Meanwhile, Alexa was reveling in the joy of driving his Porsche, a luxury he could only dream of in his previous life. “Being a rich kid really is a dream,” he chuckled to himself. “And this is just the cheapest car in my garage!”

Arriving at the salon, Alexa was greeted warmly. He explained the hairstyle he wanted, and the hairdresser immediately got to work. While getting a haircut, Alexa requested a hair treatment as well. The relaxing scalp massage was blissful, and he enjoyed every moment.

The salon staff complimented him on his looks, and Alexa couldn’t help but feel pleased. “This new style is perfect,” he thought, admiring his reflection in the mirror. The transformation made him feel even more confident and ready to face whatever came next.

After getting his haircut, Alexa decided to hit the mall for a shopping spree. He was on a mission to revamp his wardrobe, so he was browsing through racks of clothes with great enthusiasm.

As he was trying on a particularly flashy shirt, he accidentally bumped into someone. Startled, he turned and immediately apologized, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

The person he bumped into looked at him with a mixture of confusion and amusement. “Oh… it’s fine. Really, it’s okay.”

Alexa flashed a sincere smile and continued on his way, heading to the checkout with his new clothes.

Just as he was about to leave the store, Vincelo walked in, his eyes scanning the crowd. He noticed his friend standing there, frozen and looking dazed. Curious, Vincelo approached him and asked, “What’s going on? Why are you just standing here?”

“It’s him,” the friend replied with a deadpan expression.

“Who?” Vincelo asked, peering around. When his friend gave him a meaningful look, Vincelo’s eyes widened in recognition. He grimaced as he realized the “him” was Alexa, the person he wanted to avoid the most in the whole world.

Feeling a sudden urge to flee, Vincelo decided he wasn’t in the mood for shopping anymore. He quickly headed toward the exit. As he was about to leave, he saw Alexa walking past, now stylishly decked out in his new clothes. Alexa didn’t even glance in Vincelo’s direction.

Vincelo’s heart sank a little. He couldn’t quite figure out why, but seeing Alexa looking so different and confident stirred something in him. “Why does this feel like a soap opera moment?” Vincelo wondered, feeling an odd mix of confusion and frustration.

As he left the store, he muttered to himself, “Great. Just great. Now I’m feeling all dramatic and stuff. Shopping just got way too complicated.”

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