The Author's POV

'…Aren't these the names of Ren's parents?'

Kevin had only met them a handful of times and didn't know them that well. The most vivid memory he had of them was seeing them cry at Ren's funeral.

The image of Ren's sister crying in front of his picture left a big impact on him.

'It's definitely their names, isn't it?'

He couldn't exactly remember them, but as he took note of their last names and the pain that was permeating through Ren's chest, Kevin could tell that they were his parents.

The real question was, why were their names imprinted on the tombstone before him?

'It doesn't make sense.'

Last Kevin recalled, they were still alive and well. He didn't remember hearing anything about Ren's parents ever passing away.

'How is this even possible…?'

Thud—!

Kevin's vision suddenly lowered as he fell to his knees and the scenery around him shifted.

It began with a soft whisper in the air that tickled the ear. A colorless pearl fell to the ground, landing perfectly on one of the blades of grass beneath the magically darkened sky.

Pitter.

The sound was like the glassy clinking of a champagne flute, clear and lifting.

Pitter. Pitter.

Accompanying the first drop was a second, and then a third, and within seconds, a heavy curtain of rain fell to the ground.

Phut. Phut. Phut.

The noise on the surface of Ren's clothes which were slowly getting drenched was like that of ripened nuts made when they hit the ground. It wasn't like the soft, clear, mellow drops that were hitting the grass; it was like baseballs being thrown against a net. Louder and fiercer.

Ren clutched his chest with one hand and grasped the tombstones in front of him with the other, oblivious to the cold caused by drenched clothes.

Pitter. Pitter.

The plummeting rain masked Ren's tears as he kept his head lowered and sobbed.

A fierce and sharp pain was invading Ren's chest as he slowly opened his mouth and muttered

"…N..not again."

In uttering those words, Kevin felt a pain that he had never experienced before, and he was struggling to keep his emotions in check as Ren's emotions slowly began to affect him.

Ren's words were followed by a shift in weather. It was sunny once again.

As the weather changed, Ren's position did not change as he grasped onto the tombstones in front of him. The cold that was previously embracing his body was gone, and his clothes magically dried.

This time, the pain was even worse than before. It was unbearable. To the point that one might go insane from it.

"Why…why…why…"

Kevin murmured through Ren's mouth. Ren's voice reflected his genuine helplessness.

...And it was precisely because he could hear the helplessness in his voice that Kevin wondered.

'Why is the weather changing? ...And why did he say not again?'

he wondered to himself, the world around

at Ren's memories, he was shocked to realize that all the memories were basically the same; Ren mourning the loss of

between the scenarios was perhaps the weather, the time, and the seasons. Other than that, nothing really

replayed in front

scene changed again, and

'The pain…'

that was permeating through his chest whenever Ren

my emotions are becoming

he was feeling the entire time,

longer kneeling like in

repeatedly in the background; sometimes it would snow, sometimes it would be sunny, and sometimes it would be late

scenery, Kevin realized that the agonizing pain he was feeling had

he felt

even a shred of

many times has

from what he was feeling, Kevin realized that he had lost count of how many times the scenery had changed. He had been so absorbed trying to imprint what Ren was feeling inside of his mind, that he had long lost count of how many times the world around him

was certain about, it was that the scenery changed more

hundred times, Kevin watched as Ren attended his own family funeral over and

'He's finally moving.'

finally moved his body that used to stare at the gravestones of

'…Eh?

scene that was even more

voice and seeing a

with you? Do you not feel

in his

'Is that me?'

him, he was shocked. The only thing that was different about him

It was himself.

how is

never recalled attending a funeral in which

emotion on your face. I get that you are probably shocked by what happened, but it doesn't even look like you care at all about the fact

shouted at the top

'What's going on?'

anger and sorrow on his face, he

he reacting

"Speak damn it!"

onto Ren's collars, Kevin felt his body shake as his

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

to flow down his

to doubt whether this was really him as he simply couldn't understand why Kevin was reacting the

seriously not feel anything

of Ren's clothes, Kevin pushed him backward. Stumbling a couple of steps back, Kevin watched as his other self dropped to the ground. Grasping the grass beneath him, his eyes

really mean

the ground that, Kevin caught a glimpse of what was behind him...and

The numbers were countless…

'N-o way…'

the names engraved on the

Stern]

'Wh..hat is happening?'

the other's tombstones shook Kevin to the core as he didn't know

felt Ren's body patting himself on his clothes to wipe off any dirt

his clothes, he directed his gaze toward

up to him, Ren slowly knelt

"Kevin."

called out for him. His voice sounded rather cold; devoid