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?'

world around him continued to

realize that all the memories were basically the same;

the weather, the time, and the seasons. Other

being replayed in front of him,

scene changed again, and

'The pain…'

excruciating pain that was permeating through his chest whenever Ren looked at the

rather, my emotions are becoming more

that Ren's emotions were changing, he focused all his attention on what he was feeling the entire time, and before he knew it, he was standing

was no longer kneeling like

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

he was feeling had completely vanished, replaced by an absolute feeling

he felt

a shred of

many times has the weather

was feeling, Kevin realized that he had lost count of how many times the scenery had changed. He had been so

in spite of that, if there was one thing he was certain about, it was that

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

'He's finally moving.'

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

'…Eh?

was even more

after hearing a familiar voice and

you? Do

in his direction,

'Is that me?'

saw a figure that looked strikingly like him, he was shocked. The only thing that was different about him was that he looked older than he did at present,

It was himself.

how is

not recall any of the things he was seeing. He never recalled attending a funeral in which Ren's

watched you just dumbly staring there without any sign of emotion on your face. I get that you are probably shocked by what happened, but it doesn't even look like you care at

at the top

'What's going on?'

Kevin looked at himself and saw the anger and sorrow on

was he

"Speak damn it!"

Ren's collars, Kevin felt his body shake as his other self shook

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

to flow down his

actions startled Kevin. He was now starting to doubt whether this was really

feel anything when

Kevin watched as his other self dropped to the ground. Grasping the

they really mean

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

The numbers were countless…

'N-o way…'

the names engraved on the tombstones, Kevin

Roshfield] [Amanda Stern] [Jin Horton]

'Wh..hat is happening?'

the core as he didn't

to dwell on this as Kevin felt Ren's body patting himself on his clothes to wipe off any dirt

his clothes, he directed his gaze toward Kevin who was kneeling on the

to him, Ren slowly knelt to meet him

"Kevin."

His voice sounded rather cold; devoid