I'm dying, but I'm only 20 years old. In the last remaining time of my life, I confessed to my brother who I grew up with on the phone. He asked me out and said he liked me too. After kissing me, he cried and asked why I didn't tell him earlier that I liked him so that we could be together earlier. I didn't expect that he liked me too. Just when I wanted to touch his head, the person who had been crying in the crook of my neck suddenly laughed. Then, a group of people popped up from all around. They were all laughing at me and saying I was disgusting. Only then did I know that he was playing tricks on me. I died later, but I didn't expect that God would give me a chance to go back to the age of 17, when I first fell in love with him.
Intention: Enlighten yourself