Am I back to myself again?

Is it a dream? I really come back to myself?

If this is real, then what happened  in my previous life was just a dream?

But why I dream about myself? And that was a absurd dream.

Dream...

Or real...?

"Wither, why don't you speak?" - Skeletina looks at him.

It should be back to the day when the car accident happened when I was young.

Wait, why did I said young?

What did I experienced since then?

Skeleton instinctively shook his head, stretches out his hand to rub his aching head.

Skeletina smirks, looks at him.
...

"President, this is the most recent contract, please take a look."

Without thinking much, after the subordinates hand him the contract, it also sweep away his doubtful disposition.

Busy work, sure enough, this is reality.

The illusion caused by being too tired before.

...

When he get home, he sees Skeletina standing there and waiting for him a long time.

"Wither, welcome back."

Skeleton takes off his coat and throws it on the table, walks over to the sofa, and sits down slowly.
Long slender legs crossed over each other, long narrow eyes glances at the beautiful body of the woman.

In the dine darkness makes people have a little bit of lust.

"Undress."

He is a little startled, feeling a little familiar.

This sence is familiar?

He gets back in the spririt, frowns and looks at the woman in front of him who was stiff and motionless.

"What? What do you want to do?"

Skeleton is a bit bored, cold snorts, and said faintly: "Not going to take it off? Hmph!"

Without waiting for Skeletina to talk, he continued: "You can move out, I'm tired of playing with you anyway, it's almost time to change my toy."

He seems to be disgusted with the little nightingale. He stands up and turns to go upstairs.

"Wither, you still haven't changed."

Skeletina speaks from behind, a sweet voice, a familiar sound like poison honey.

"What?!"

The furniture in the room suddenly disappeared, the surroundings turns into a dark grey.

Skeleton is surprised.

Inside the empty gray space, there are only the two of them.

"What's going on?!" - Skeleton asked.

But the words that came out of his mouth just now were not his familiar voice.

Skeleton gasps, opens his eyes wide and makes a sound.

"Ah, uh..." - Sweet voice, hard to distinguish male and female.

This voice...is not my voice! This voice is Skeleton's voice.

There is a flash of panic in his eyes.

Skeletina smiles a little sadly, looks at him sarcastically.

"Haha."

His throat moves sightly, calmly glancing at Skeletina.

"Skeletina... It's all made by you!!!"

She replies: "Yes, it's me."

His expression changes from fear to anger.

"What do you want to do?! What do you want?!"

"You...even if it's becomes like this, you still haven't changed."

Skeletina gives him a faint smile, the figure slowly disappearing into the gray space.

What the hell is she say? And, her  expression...What does it mean?"

...

Then Skeleton awakes.

His eyes widens, with a mist in his eyes.

His body is heavy and oppression, warm skin caressing, it is not difficult for him to guess what was going on.

Skeleton is stiff, waves of nausea rising up his throat, the tip of his tongue is bitter.

Maybe because he was "acting in a surprise action movie" today, with no time prepare, and the nausea comes violently.

Seeing his body is stiff, Wither let out a small laugh, rough palm gently stroking the tender inner thighs, helping him relax.

"My little canary, you sleep too well, I can't hold it any...oh, you awake?"

Warm breath in his ear, with a hoarse voice filled with lust.

This is my own voice... Where it was reality in the end?

Just now...or now?

Skeleton raises his helpless to rub his eyes, closes his eyes do not look at the face of the person above, tries his best to suppress the nausea in his body, the body lying in the dark become more sensitive and uncontrollable the nausea.

Because of his sudden movement, Wither frowns sightly.

Wither grabs Skeleton's hands and pull it to the top of his head: "Why don't you looking at me? Hm?"

Skeleton purses his lip and doesn't answer.

His eyes are filled with weakness, his expression pitiful.

Wither is soft hearted, the strength of his hand is a little lighter, he lowers his head and kisses his eyes softly, breaths in satisfied.

Skeleton suddenly sits up and pushes him away.

Get out of me!

He leans over to the side of the bed and vomits, the sour taste pervading the room.

Without turning his head he can feel the cold emanating from Wither, shivering cold.

His fingers tights on the bed sheets, helplessly smiling wryly.

This is troublesome...

Wither...He has a cleanliness that I vomit in front of him...

Wither breaths deeper, makes people couldn't breathe, and Skeleton's back muscle is also stiff accordingly.

Wither grabs his hand and pulls back, said: "You loathe me this much, you..."

Skeleton's eyes are pitiful, his soft figure is constantly trembling.

How do I do...

Wither releases his hand and turns to leave.

"Bang slam!" - The bedroom door slams shut.

Skeleton now dares to relax his body, heave a sigh of relief.

I didn't expect him to let me go...

He reaches out his hand to wipe the stain on his mouth.

His hand lightly props himself up and go to the bathroom.

...

The bathroom was quickly covered by a mist, the warm water relaxes the tense nerves in the body.

Skeleton looks at the large mirror in the bathroom, on the mirror vaguely reflects a skinny teenager, his face blurred and can't see clearly.

He reaches out to wipe the glass, his delicate face clearly visible on the glass, his silver hair stains with a few drops of water, little by little flowing along the curve of his cheekbones.

His lips is pink and his eyes are filled with mist, his five senses are like a painting, his body is slim, and his skin is red because of the hot steam rising up.

The teenager is beautiful but weak, without the slightest resistance.

One thing I've always wondered...

Why did I become Skeleton,

Why do I had to meet "myself"?

It's like a curse intentionally swirling around me.

The encounter between former Wither and present Wither, it's crazy when thinking about it, let alone the current situation...

Like a nightmare...

It's also because I'm in the 3rd person that I can see the badness of my younger self,

Was it her purpose to let me see and feel my own badness?

"Skeletina..." - He mutters in a low voice, scratching the mirror with his fingers, "You're really good enough."

...

Question section:

   Why does Skeletina make Wither reborn in Skeleton's body?

A. Because she wants revenge with Wither.

B. Because she want to see Wither again.

C. What do you think?