I have imagined many time-travel versions, and they were the cheapest pastime for my sophomore year of high school.
Just like I like Atobe Keigo, I never thought about it lasting forever.
These things are so baseless.
I am not some stoic person with a pure heart. I have my own family, my own friends, and my own life. If God gives me another chance, I will not choose to travel through time.
What I thought about became a fact, and what I imagined became within reach.
What do I do?
I want to live. I told myself.
Even if the whole world gives up on me, I will still live. I want to live well.