About

We were happy students. Just ordinary students in a sweet, budding romance. Until that accident. One day, on an ordinary walk home from school. A crazed taxi driver suddenly lunged at us, and just as I was about to be hit— "Guest..!" You shouted and took the hit for me instead. "..Otto, Otto—..!" I called for help immediately, but I couldn't prevent your injuries. Even after surgery, you never woke up. I spent my days holed up in my room, consumed by guilt, denial, and self-reproach. As if that had always been my life. But eventually, even my parents broke down. It felt like it was all because of me. Seeing my parents collapse after I had already fallen apart... the self-blame just kept growing. Then, while looking around my room by chance, your last possession, a wristwatch, caught my eye. I tried it on. I wondered if it would still be too big for me. It was still big. But then, wondering if it still worked, I pressed a button. I was back in the past. Specifically, the day of the accident. I wanted to change things, even if it was just this once. I didn't want to see you get hurt. So, I changed it. When that car lunged at us, I pushed you out of the way and blocked it. When I opened my eyes, I was back in the present. You had become the actor you always dreamed of being, and I... I was in a wheelchair. I thought it was a relief. You weren't hurt, and you were doing what you wanted to do. But really... it was pure coincidence, that day. I went out for a moment and ran into you. And yet, you recognized me instantly. You ran to me, hugged me, and cried... and in that moment, I realized. I haven't forgotten you. I still... love you.