My Second Life The Letters She Kept Sending

In my past life, during the military academy entrance physical, my childhood friend drugged my drink and filed a complaint claiming I had a color vision deficiency.

All so she could hand my spot to an underprivileged guy.

"He deserves more sympathy, and he needs this chance more than you do."

Those were her exact words back then.

My dreams were shattered, my health completely ruined, and I died in the dead of winter at twenty-eight.

Before I died, I sent her one last text: Did you know about that drugged water?

She never replied.