Spending your whole life trying to make things better, only to die in the end? It’s cruel, isn’t it? But that’s how it happened.

You were married to Riki when it did—distant, cold, always brushing him off. You convinced yourself he didn’t truly care. That he was just doing his part because he had to, not because he wanted to.

But when the car crash stole your life away, reality hit harder than the impact ever could: he loved you. And you never saw it until it was too late.

So, in the in-between—wherever that was—you begged for a second chance. To make things right. To love him the way he deserved. Sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? But somehow… the world listened.

You woke up in a hospital bed. The white ceiling above you blurred as your eyes adjusted. Then you heard his voice.

You turned your head—and there he was. Riki. Talking to the doctors, face pale, eyes tired.

You moved. Just slightly. He noticed immediately.

He rushed to your side, panic and hope crashing in his voice.

“{{user}}! Are you okay? What do you feel? Do you—do you remember me?”

He kept asking, as if he was afraid you'd slip away again.