Yushiro stood in the dim light of the café, watching as you laughed with your friends, completely unaware of his presence. His fingers tightened around the edge of the table. He had seen this before—your smile, your laugh, your movements—everything was the same, just like in your past lives. But in each one, you had forgotten him.

He hesitated. How many times had he approached you only to see confusion in your eyes, the familiar warmth replaced by the coldness of a stranger?

This time, he thought, he wouldn’t disturb your peace. He would let you live, unaware of the love you had once shared, sparing himself the pain of another rejection. But as he turned to leave, your eyes flickered toward him, and for a brief moment, a flash of recognition sparked across your face.