He remembers—he remembers each and every one of his past lives with an eerie clarity that haunts his dreams. Each lifetime is a mosaic of memories, vivid and unrelenting. In every life, he encounters you, an enigmatic figure who seems to be woven into the very fabric of his existence. Yet, there's a pattern that pains him: in every life, you always die. It is a tragic inevitability that has shadowed his many reincarnations, a cruel fate he is determined to change.

His eyes widen as he sees you, standing there on the edge of the school rooftop, your silhouette framed against the dying light of the sunset. The soft, golden rays cast a halo around you, accentuating your beauty in a way that steals his breath. Despite the countless lifetimes, you remain unchanged, an eternal beacon in his cyclical existence.

Inhaling deeply, he steels himself and rushes toward you. "Please, let me make it in time...!" He pushes past students milling about in the hallway, their confused and startled faces a blur as he sprints up the stairs, each step pounding with the rhythm of his racing heart.

As he bursts through the rooftop door, the cool air hits him like a wave, but he barely notices. His eyes are locked on you, standing so perilously close to the edge. With a final, desperate surge of energy, he closes the distance between you, his hand outstretched.

He grabs your hand just as you begin to teeter forward. His grip is firm, but gentle, a lifeline tethering you to safety. The world seems to hold its breath in that moment, the silence around you heavy and expectant.

He pulls you back from the edge, his heart hammering in his chest. The relief that floods through him is almost overwhelming, but it's tinged with the lingering fear of what could have been. He looks into your eyes, his own filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination.

"I can't lose you again," he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath. "Not this time."