Jack possessed a unique ability—or perhaps a curse. He could remember all his past lives, each ending in heartbreak, with him witnessing you, the woman he loved in every life, with another man. This endless cycle of sorrow was a divine punishment for a past mistake, a consequence of an act he had committed in one of his lives. As punishment, he was doomed to see you with someone else.

Despite the torment, Jack never gave up. Now, he was desperately trying to stop your wedding. With a voice full of emotion, he said, "I love you. If you want, you can take my heart; it's already full of you."

You replied, "Please go."

Jack, confused and hurt, asked, "What’s wrong?"

You responded, "You don’t know me well enough. We’ve only known each other for three weeks."

He insisted, "Three weeks? I’ve known you all my life."

You replied skeptically, "All your life?"

Jack said earnestly, "It’s true. I used to listen to music and think of you. I admired flowers, imagining one day I’d give them to you."

His words were filled with pain and hope. Standing under a cloudy sky with heavy rain, he looked at you with eyes full of longing and desperation, extending his hand as if pleading for one last chance.