I was reborn and returned to high school in 2009.
I remember the fate of everyone in this classroom: my deskmate will disappear in three years, my best friend will have a car accident when he is thirty, my mother will be diagnosed with an incurable disease, and I myself died alone in a rental house in my previous life and was not discovered until three days later.
In this life, I want to rewrite their endings one by one.
But every time I save someone, someone begins to forget about me. First polite, then strange.
It wasn't until I opened the account books from my previous life that I understood those "coincidences of good fortune": someone has been quietly changing my life somewhere I can't see.
It turns out that the truth about loneliness is not that no one loves me, but that everyone who loved me has been forgotten by me.
"I have saved you many times, but you don't have to remember."
