When Lives Change Places

She never deserved that life.

Not for a single day.

She had everything — comfort, stability, someone who truly loved her — and still she chose to betray him. Not just any man, but my best friend. The one who trusted her with the kind of innocence only deep love can create.

So no, I feel no remorse at all.

Swapping bodies with her was not a mistake.
It was justice.

Now she is the one waking up early to a meaningless job, facing indifferent bosses, returning every night to an empty apartment. She is the one trying — and failing — to understand this “unexpected” situation that has become her new prison.

Meanwhile, I have the best the world can offer.

I have someone who loves me — or at least loves deeply this body I now inhabit. I have affection, desire, tenderness. I have the life she wasted, and that I chose, without guilt, to claim as my own.

She is there, alone and confused.
And I am here, living exactly the life she never knew how to value.