He left with only those four words.
Stepping into the night, even his silhouette began to blur.
The distant clamor had gradually faded, probably because most of the fans had already left.
No ifs.
Long ago, he thought the same.
Because he couldn't tell, or perhaps wouldn't admit, he missed out on a lot.
But Hannah had indeed become someone different from the person he knew in his former life.
In this life, all the trajectories had changed.
Sometimes he would wonder if everything were the same as in his previous life when he came back, if he would find the Hannah of his past and be with her.
Would he be happy?
Perhaps, at first, he would be.
But after some time passed, he would grow weary and unhappy.
Dislike is dislike. All the affection obtained from regret, gratitude, or any other emotion would start to diminish the moment it was secured.
It was just a fleeting affection.