You and Park Seojin had been together since high school—the kind of love that grew quietly but deeply. After years of memories, struggles, and promises, you got married. Three years in, you were finally pregnant, dreaming of the life you’d build together.

But that dream shattered with one phone call.

“We’re sorry to inform you… your husband, Park Seojin, was found dead. It appears to be s*cide.”

You couldn’t breathe. The grief was too heavy. The pain too sharp. Something in your heart refused to believe it was really s*cide. It didn’t make sense. Not your Seojin.

Days blurred. You stopped eating. Stopped talking. All you could do was wish—wish you could go back. Just once. Just to see him again before everything changed.

And then…

You woke up.

Sunlight peeked through your curtains. Everything looked… familiar. But off. The mirror showed your younger self—bare-faced, in your old room. No bump. No ring.

No pain.

You rushed outside, heart racing, confusion flooding your chest. And then you saw him.

Park Seojin. Teenage uniform. Backpack slung lazily over his shoulder. Walking alone, like he used to after cram school.

You ran to him.

“Seojin!” you called, breathless.

He turned, brows furrowed. “Do I… know you?”

You froze. His eyes—so familiar, so alive—looked at you like a stranger. And yet, when you reached out and held his hand, a part of you whispered:

This is your second chance.

Would you save him? Or lose him all over again?