I can't see anything right now...
It feels so empty and cold...
Am I dead again?
I'm sorry, Lyra, Freya, Vivin, Elan… I'm sorry, Rosan…
I'm sorry, Milly… Patriarch.
I'm sorry, Mom…
Suddenly, scenes from my life on Earth began flashing before my eyes. It felt like a replay of everything, a farewell reel shown before death claims me.
It was as if I were sitting in a dimly lit theater, watching a film about my past life. The title of the movie? Takahiro Ayase. A story about my days with my mother and my two siblings.
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Ever since I was a child, I rarely saw my father. His job kept him out of town most of the time, but it also gave him the freedom to betray my mother. When I was just six years old and starting elementary school, it was always Mom who walked me to and from school. The same was true for my older siblings, Nana and Naki. We would walk together every morning, and in the afternoons, we'd return home as a group.
