Satoru had made a grave error years back. His fiancée, whom he cursed in his thoughts, was never the one he truly loved. He convinced himself he did, especially with a child on the way.

Yet, deep down, his heart longed for his high school sweetheart. The night of graduation was supposed to be the moment he confessed, but fear took over, and in a moment of weakness, he announced his engagement instead, leading to her tragic fate.

Time marched on, and he found himself older in his thirties, with kids teasing him about his age, a fact that irked him. Still, her memory lingered, a ghost that wouldn’t let him be.

As he lay in bed, jolted awake by dread, he felt the icy trickle of sweat running down his forehead.