Chapter 2: When I woke up, I was 16.
Chapter 2: When I woke up, I was 16.
Chp.2: When I woke up, I was 16.
Is this me when I was in high school ?
When I got up from the futon, I looked too youthful or rather, I touched my face, which I could only describe as a kid when I saw it now.
Me with a younger body my room that shouldnt exist anymore no way
As a light novel lover, I immediately came up with a hypothesis that could explain this situation.
No, but no matter how
Thats right, phones!Whoa!..Its a nostalgic feature phone!
When I opened the foldable model, I could see todays date.
What was displayed there
4, 14 years ago !? Im in my second year of high school !?
Theres no doubt anymore.
If this isnt a hallucination, then I have gone back to the past.
Retaining only future experiences and memories, as if you had loaded old save data from a game.
Thats impossible
I was stunned by the situation, which seemed to be the embodiment of my delusions.
Its too vivid for a dream but
But What if this is not a dream but reality?
but If I was really back, thenIs it possible for me to start over ?
I approach the window and open it.
The refreshing breeze of the early morning blows and touches my cheeks with a realistic feeling.
I can see familiar neighbors houses, students and office workers walking down the street.
Its the view from this room that I wasnt supposed to see forever anymore.
I dont care about logic. since I was sent back to this time with this tremendous amount of regrets, then theres only one thing to do
This time I will live my life so that I wont have any regrets.
I will spare no effort to train myself and fight for what I want regardless who it is!
And confess to Shijoin-san ! I like you!
Im done with my determined declaration.
Then all I have to do now is push forward.
SHUT UP, Shinichiro! What are you screaming alone so early in the morning!
The moment I saw the person who came into the room I froze. She shocked me hundreds more times than when I realized my life had resetted.
MmMom
? What? Are you still asleep?
Shes alive.
Alive and talking.
My mom who collapsed from worrying about me and died as it was
Wha, mom! Uwaaa~
Hey, whats wrong with you, youre already in high school! Did you eat something funny?
I cried out, clinging to my confused mother.
The tears overflowed with a torrent of emotion, and it never ran dry.
I never thought Id see my mom again.
After crying a lot when I saw my mother again, I managed to regain my composure and made up an excuse for my early morning sobbing, saying that I had a dream that mom died because of me.
In response, my mom said, No more bad dreams. and patted my head as if to relieve my anxiety.
I almost cried again because of the way she comforted me since I was a child,but I think because I have the mental strength of an adult that I managed to endure it.
This time, Ill take a proper path in life so mom doesnt have to worry. Ill make her happy by treating her delicious foods and taking her on trips.
With these thoughts in mind, I walked down my nostalgic route to school for the first time in 12 years.
Oh this is really the world of the past
The changes of the times can be found everywhere just by walking down the street.
Instead of smartphones, what people are holding is flip phones.
Perhaps because there are no chat apps or high graphic games yet, the number of people who use their phone while walking is quite low.
Even if you look at convenience stores, the supposedly merged Sabelkay and Gogo stores are there as a matter of course.
I missed this school uniform and bag ..
When I put on my uniform, I somehow felt as if my working self had faded away and my high school self had returned.
I was tired of going to school at that time, but now Im starting to look forward to it. Im motivated to do my best in my studies, sports, class activities, and everything else. Its such a great feeling to have a future.
Ah, Nihama-kun. Good morning!
Looking back at the cool voice that I heard suddenly, she was there.
The jewel of my youth that I could not forget even when I became an old man.
By meeting the girl l admire once again across time, I felt as if my story, which ended without getting anything, had begun again.