Parallel Friends

This is a story about whether memory is the same as love.

There is no harem and no playboy hero. Just a group of people carrying memories from another world, learning to say goodbye, learning to see one another, and learning to keep moving forward as they wait.

Slow-burn. Healing. It hurts in your heart, and warmth blooms there, too.

Best read on a rainy day, with a cup of Americano. No sugar.