[ WP ] When you reach the age of 25 , you will respawn back to 25 anytime you die . When you reach age 50 , you no longer respawn if you die .


 I enjoyed it, coming back whenever I did something stupid. 
 It took me a couple of tries before I managed to become successful at making tons of money. The more often I came back, the more I knew. 
 One thing I knew was that true love is rare, and when you find it, treasure it. 
 Whenever I came back, everyone I knew was still the same. They attended the memorial services for the previous me- even though I always donated my body to science. And I attended them, just for kicks, calling myself my `` son''. I never spoke to my son when I was alive. 
 
 That's actually how I met *her*, the woman who I would fall in love with. The woman who gave me a real son, and a life that was worth living. There was no need to live it over, because I knew it would never be the same again. 
 
 On my 48th birthday, I knew that I had to tell her my secret. We had been married for 20 years. 
 `` Honey, I have to tell you something. We met at a man's funeral, but that man was me. I was 48 when I died. If I had died after I became 50, I would not have been able to come back.'' 
 
 She listens to me- a perfectly sane man, in her opinion anyway, as I tell her something completely unbelievable, and she asks `` Are you going to leave me?'' 
 I told her `` Sweetheart, I will never leave you. That is why I have to tell you this. I want to stay with you and our son, forever. No matter how short forever will be.'' 
 She nods and takes my hand in hers. `` I love you, Kevin.'' 
 
 On the days leading up to my 50th birthday, I am more and more nervous. I keep reminding myself that I would never find another woman like her again. I have a son to live for, and I know I will have grandchildren soon. 
 
 They arrive, and they are beautiful. We go on vacations after my retirement. Seeing the world is much better when I am with the people that I love, and who love me. 
 
 When she and I are in our 80's, she begins to lose her memory, but she never forgot who I am. As my mind deteriorates, I always remember who she is. 
 And when the day comes that I finally cross into the afterlife, there is no trying to think my life over and determining what I will do differently when I come back. 
 I regret nothing. 
 
 

