The little white cat meowed, the rift in time and space quietly opened, and I saw a person I could never have met.
So that day, I saved a young man who should have perished in the fire.
Familiar and unfamiliar faces intertwined repeatedly, but I seemed to have forgotten them too many times.
The little black cat meowed, saying that the savior's look back was the most brilliant fireworks in the world.
(I'm a newbie, I'm just trying to get a feel for it, a short story, I'll finish my diving and settle down~)
Intention: Accept the past