A Chance To Rewrite It All - Zetro Translation

For the past fifteen minutes, I had been panicking all around my room, doing everything necessary to wake me up, if I was in a dream, but despite how much I tried, I couldn’t get up.

….which means I have somehow travelled back in time.

Maybe I died after all when that kid shot me in the head and reborn into my eighteen-year-old body.

I have confirmed it through my flip-flop phone and while looking at myself in the mirror that I have indeed returned to my high school days.

How and why I didn’t know. But it’s a fact.

*Dhak*

Sitting down on the bed, I stared at the wall across from me blankly. I couldn’t explain how I was feeling right now.

I was sent back at that point in my life when I began to lose everyone close to me and was abandoned. Whether I should be thankful that I was reborn before everything went downhill or should get angry that much less time was remaining, I didn’t know.

But one thing was for sure; I will not repeat the same mistake and lead another lifetime in regret.

“Haah…I need to see Mom.” Getting up from bed, I changed my clothes and wore the familiar school uniform which I had long left behind.

The familiar soft fabric of the shirt with the narrow formal trousers and the tie…no, no tie. I was delinquent at that time so wearing a tie all of a sudden would make me look weird. I need to take this carefully.

I unbuttoned the two top buttons of my shirt but kept it tucked in. I will make some improvements starting today and change my image for the sake of my future.

Resting my hand on the doorknob, I took several long breaths, preparing myself to meet my mother after twelve long years.

I have faced several meetings after I started working as a professional, but truth be told, I have yet to feel this nervous.

‘Just do it!’ Forcing myself, I twisted the knob and exited the room. The familiar scent of floor cleaner assaulted my nose as I made my way towards the kitchen where Mom should have been…waiting for me.

“Ah..” I missed my chance. On the table, a covered plate and a note were resting over it, saying;

‘Finish it and don’t fight at school. Please.’

That ‘please’ broke my heart. Around this time, after entering high school, to be more precise, I mostly spent my days in suspension because of my misdeeds at school.

Mom has to attend several teacher’s meetings because of me, and that affected her work as well—increasing her load, and her salary got deducted often as well.

Yet despite how much she begged, I never stopped causing trouble for her—instead, I blamed her for my situation. For not having a father who could have taught me what was right or wrong, I blamed her. For not paying attention to me and spending most of her time at the office, I blamed her for that as well.

In summary, I blamed everything on Mom and self-pitied myself to no end.

But it didn’t last long. Because of the torture I bestowed on her, the workload and all the torment she faced from her boss took her life, and she died on her working table.

Exactly three weeks from now, she will die in her office because of overwork.

I still remember that day when I was in school and got called by the principal. I thought it was another warning…only to hear from him that my only family member was mentally tortured and killed.

And, I was one of those murderers.

“Haha…what a pathetic person I am.” Covering my forehead with my hand, I laughed aloud. This was frustration which was directed at no one but myself.

It took me a few minutes when I realised that ‘she’ must be waiting for me to go to school with her. She doesn’t walk with me but just follows me since I have told her not to walk with me.

Shirakawa Yuna—the only girl who actually loves this loser me who doesn’t possess a single good trait.

And like every day, she must be waiting for me somewhere.

Truth be told, I wanted to meet her; I was eager to see her after these many years….but in my current state of mind, I might end up making her worried for me. And I didn’t want to ruin our reunion so I opened her chat box.

I froze for a moment…scrolling through the chat.

[Good morning. Did you sleep well?]

[I am making karage for lunch, hope you will like it.]

[Why didn’t you wait for me at the bus stand? I ran all the way and also tripped! Buuuu]

[Hey, Ryuu-kun, you don’t hate me right?]

[Mou~why don’t you ever reply to me. I won’t talk to you again until you don’t text me back, hmph!]

[Eheh~just kidding~how can I stay away from you?]

[Ryuu-kun, I feel lonely. Can’t you look at me even once? Please?]

I felt my legs shaking when I read those messages. She was begging for my attention, doing everything she could to be the perfect girlfriend for me. And despite having so many pursuers, she never looked at anyone else other than me.

‘Do I even deserve her…’ That thought came to my mind for a moment, but I shook it away.

I have regretted my decision for not reciprocating her feelings for a long time, and after going through so many experiences I realised that only Yuna ever actually loved me for what I was.

I can’t let go of this chance.

Taking a deep breath, I texted her,

[I won’t be able to come today, go to school without me, okay?]

I wrote the message and it was instantly read. However, for a long time, I didn’t receive a message, making me confused.

*Ding* *Dong*

I was startled to hear the doorbell ring and somehow knew who it could be.

‘Steel your nerves Ryuu…this is going to be tough…’ Trying to calm my nerves, I went to open the door.

And there she stood.

My first and only love—Yuna.

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A/N:- Next chapter, from her perspective. It would be a little sad, but I guarantee you, the fluff would be hefty later on.