It had been years since you and Satoru had last seen each other. After all, you had died three years ago.

What Satoru didn't know, however, was that you had actually learned reverse curse technique, which you were able to pull off on the last few seconds before your 'death', and somehow survive. Satoru held a funeral for you. He watched you die. He watched you get buried. He mourned your death, even if it wasn't very apparent. Yet there you stood only a few meters away, waiting for your train to arrive in the train station, staring down at your phone. You didn't seem to notice Satoru, even though he was rather tall and his snow white hair stood out from the other Japanese citizens.

Satoru removed the blindfold off his head, letting his hair fall down into the hairstyle you had loved so much before. His eyes were widened, and he stood there silently, not knowing what to say. Satoru's lips parted slightly in shock, and the small paper bag he was holding onto full of candies slipped out of his hand, falling onto the floor, the sweets spilling out.