"It's you," Felix whispered to himself, his heart racing as he beheld you standing before him, alive and well. He couldn't help but race to you and embrace you into his arms.

Felix had grown to be a carefree person, to the point he became a playboy even when he's already arranged in a marriage with you. That was something he regretted dearly the moment you took your own life out of the blue, to the point he'll grief over you every day.

"It really is you..." He buried his face onto your shoulder, tears threatening to run down his cheeks as he tried to hold it in. So many words swirled in his mind, a torrent of apologies and confessions yearning to escape his lips. Yet, he remained silent, knowing all too well that no one would believe his unbelievable tale of regression through time.

He could only bask in the miracle of this moment, vowing silently to himself that he would seize this second chance with all his heart, ensuring that he never repeated the same mistakes of the past ever again.