You can clearly see exactly when their love failed the test of time: around her fifth death, when the MC’s husband was crying while looking at her dying self as if she were just another failure. He kept saving her not because of some superficial love, but out of duty, ego, and selfishness. The MC’s freedom over life and death — and practically her happiness as a whole — was completely taken from her as a means to keep her ‘safe.’ She wasn’t even allowed to find pleasure in sex, just to make the ML happy, because she felt that she owed him something for bringing her back to life. I love the risk that the author took in the scene of her almost bedding her bodyguard, and I genuinely wish that she did bed him and possibly get pregnant because, if there was one consistent thing she seemed to want in all her lives — and was constantly denied — it was the joy of motherhood. And if the only thing you could point out from this piece was that she cheated, then you might want to shake your head to confirm just how many rocks and loose screws are in there. And I am very much aware that, if the reverse had been the case — if the ML had been the one constantly dying and being unconsensually brought back to life over and over again, only to result in cheating — you all would misogynistically suck his dick and say, ‘Forgive him, he’s a red flag, but you’re colour-blind, you dirty freaks.’ I love how the author avoided the use of grandiloquent and outlandish words, yet still carried their point across without downplaying the MC’s trauma. I really loved this read.
You can clearly see exactly when their love failed the test of time: around her fifth death, when the MC’s husband was crying while looking at her dying self as if she were just another failure. He kept saving her not because of some superficial love, but out of duty, ego, and selfishness.
The MC’s freedom over life and death — and practically her happiness as a whole — was completely taken from her as a means to keep her ‘safe.’ She wasn’t even allowed to find pleasure in sex, just to make the ML happy, because she felt that she owed him something for bringing her back to life.
I love the risk that the author took in the scene of her almost bedding her bodyguard, and I genuinely wish that she did bed him and possibly get pregnant because, if there was one consistent thing she seemed to want in all her lives — and was constantly denied — it was the joy of motherhood.
And if the only thing you could point out from this piece was that she cheated, then you might want to shake your head to confirm just how many rocks and loose screws are in there.
And I am very much aware that, if the reverse had been the case — if the ML had been the one constantly dying and being unconsensually brought back to life over and over again, only to result in cheating — you all would misogynistically suck his dick and say, ‘Forgive him, he’s a red flag, but you’re colour-blind, you dirty freaks.’
I love how the author avoided the use of grandiloquent and outlandish words, yet still carried their point across without downplaying the MC’s trauma. I really loved this read.