About three months after that event, one day.

Since this morning, it's been raining softly. I laid my hands on the windowsill, overlooking the township that seemed beyond the rain that was unlikely to stop.

Today, me and Richt celebrated our sixteenth birthday.

Yet my mood has been sinking here all these days and it still doesn't clear today. It's like this rain that keeps falling in the long run.

I haven't been to a store where Nate works since Richt went crazy.

More than that...... I can't go anymore. So I decided to use another store. It's a long way from the mansion and although it's difficult to travel a little, I can't help it.

Even if my brother makes such a scary face, I still don't feel like getting close to Nate. That's why I promised Richt that I would "never see him again".

But Richt stopped smiling at all from that day on.

And when I got home a little late, I said with an anxious look, like I was scared of something decided, "Where have you been? Were you with someone? I was worried," he asked again and again, hugging me so hard that I couldn't breathe.

No matter how "painful" I complain, I won't try to stop doing it for a while. In that case, I lay down my back until Richt was relieved. Then, he leaves me feeling calm and calm.

So whether we went shopping or had other errands, we have to get everything done by the time Richt gets home.

I'm glad my phone doesn't exist in this world. If it existed, I'm sure you'd try to get in touch with me every time something happened, and my actions would be even more restricted.

Honestly, I didn't think my reckless behavior would push him this far. At first I wondered if it was a concern that comes from a sense of responsibility that "annoys parents and uncles".

But that makes me unusually reluctant to leave by my side. Originally a fairly cisconic and overprotective type, he's off track these days.

One day, our feelings had slipped like a mishung button. We've been friends ever since the last life, we know each other better than anyone else, and we were the ones who could talk about anything... and now, I don't know what he's thinking.

... No, maybe I figured him out. I was just wondering. As a matter of fact, has it been a long time since I felt wrong?

But why not? After all, I wonder if the reason Richter has changed so far is because I have forgotten 'important things'.

I've always wondered. If only I could remember that, I'd feel like I could stop him from changing.

Although I don't know what Richter really means right now... I only know that my heart broke after I thought of something. Whether I was around or stopped hating Richt, I couldn't heal that heart.

Richt sometimes looks at me like he wants something. "If there's anything I can do, I want you to say it. Because it helps," Richt doesn't tell me by just shaking his neck sideways with his vain eyes. I guess it's the right thing to do. And yet, I don't know. I want to do what he wants for you, but I don't know what that is. How the hell can I get his smile back?

In the afternoon, Dr. Melvin came to visit the mansion.

I wondered what the hell was wrong with Richt, even though today is the day he has a job... apparently, he needed me.

He apparently came between jobs, and as soon as we talked a little bit, he went back to the institute.

To sum up Melvin's story...... Richt seems to be involved in an important project in sorcery research right now and was very exhausted because of it. Melvin, who has always cared about Richt, asked me to "work hard because he looks terribly screwed up".

When I heard that story, I was forced to convince myself, "Something's wrong, I'm sure, because of the tiredness of the research". If you don't think so, it's because you couldn't keep up with his transformation.

We still have a few hours before Richt gets home.

As always, it's raining outside, but when you're in the house, you're about to be crushed by a depressed mood, so let's go for a little walk.

But we need to get back before Richt gets home.... because I don't want to see him mess up with a spicy look like that anymore.

When I went outside, I came to the town square somehow.

Because of the bad weather, there are no people around the fountain in the center. Usually, a few of them are here to talk to the public.

Well, so is that. It would be about me standing blurry, not doing anything, with an umbrella on a rainy day like this. Looking at the fountain with that in mind, I suddenly heard someone from the side. It's a familiar voice.

"Hello, Rosetta. Long time no see."

Oh...... I knew it. It's Nate. Right now, I don't want to see you the most... or if I did, I'd see a bad person.

"Hello...... Long time no see"

"I was wondering what happened recently because I didn't come to the store."

"Uh... that's..."

How the hell am I supposed to respond? For the family? No, that's weird too...

"If you don't want to answer, you don't have to. I just thought you hated me... that's all I cared about"

"I can't believe I don't like it..."

"Good, then. I'm relieved. Well... when I say this, they'll think he's weird... but I was feeling destined for you."

"Destiny......?

"Oh. I know you think I'm crazy... but Rosetta looks just like the kid I liked in my last life."

!?

Wait a minute. Previous life......? The kid I liked......?

"It doesn't mean you look alike. But I feel somewhere similar. In my last life, I lived in a country called Japan, and he was a classmate."

Could you...?

"But one day she died in an accident.... with my twin brother."

Oh, I see. It makes sense that even though we meet for the first time, we have a sense of intimacy. Because he...

"I'm really depressed." I don't know how to live from this, "he blocked in every day. I guess I wasn't seeing around because I was depressed like that and just looking down. One day, he died in an accident. … ironically, I'm going to follow the same fate as them"

"Need... kun...?

When I uttered the name, he glanced wide open at this one.

"Chizuru...? Is it Chizuru...?

We called each other names from previous lives and we couldn't believe the fact and even looked at each other.