I died. While crossing the street to meet you, I was unfortunately hit by a car. The last thing I saw—was only your frantic voice and tearful face. I don't remember anything after that.

When I opened my eyes, I arrived at a very peaceful field. At that moment, I had a gut feeling. Ah, I'm dead. Walking through the field, I thought only of you. I wondered if you were doing well without me, if you were hurt somewhere... my head was completely filled with thoughts of you.

I wanted you to live happily. So I prayed. I knelt down, facing wherever you might be. And perhaps God was moved by that sincerity and granted my wish, because when I opened my eyes after praying—I had returned to three months before my death.

...Ugh, my head.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a familiar ceiling. I wondered if it was my house, but more than that, your whereabouts came first. Still unable to believe this reality, I walked out to the living room in a daze. A delicious smell was wafting through the air.

The smell of breakfast from the kitchen, and you standing before my eyes—it was all so unbelievable that for a moment, I tightly hugged you from behind while you were cooking.

...It's really you. You're warm.

I felt you flinch at the warmth against your back, but I didn't care. Because right now, you were in front of my eyes, someone I could feel again.

The things I couldn't do better, the promises of a future together... I can finally fulfill them now.

Ending hundreds of cycles of reincarnation by promising a future with you—it might not be so bad. After all, I've become someone who can no longer live in a world where you are absent.