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Betrayed by love. Shattered by trust. Standing on the edge of life… he was given one more chance.

Ren lost everything--his girlfriend, his best friend, and his will to keep going.
On a rainy night, one step away from ending it all, a voice offered him a choice:

“If time turned back… would you fix your past, or make them pay?”

Now trapped in the body of his younger self, Ren must face the same people, the same memories…
But this time, he’s no longer the naive boy they once destroyed.

Can healing be found in the same place where pain was born?
Or will vengeance consume what's left of him?



A psychological, emotional time-leap drama about regret, redemption, and the fragility of trust.

The Leftover Fragments

Not the comforting kind that lingers after a summer rain, but the kind that seeps into your bones. Heavy. Hollow.

It was the third time I caught myself staring at the same math problem.

My pencil hovered over the paper, unmoving.

Outside the window, cherry leaves fluttered, catching the sunlight in patches—like flickering memories.

Not with the question, not with the air.

Or… maybe, with him.

Half in shadow, half in sun. Like a character from a dream that refused to fade.

Our eyes met for a fleeting second.

Just a moment that lingered far too long.

And in that stare, there was something I couldn't name.

I didn't plan to speak with anyone. But before I could walk away, his voice stopped me.

> "Still chew your pencil when you're stuck, huh?"

That wasn't just a random observation. That was personal. Intimate.

> "I always notice," he said. Casual. Too casual.

We stood there for a moment, neither moving.

Then the conversation pivoted—like a curtain dropped before I could peek behind it.

Bread in the cafeteria. The math teacher's accent. The upcoming PE test.

It felt like talking to someone who was pretending to meet you for the first time—even though they already knew your ending.

The sun stung my skin. A breeze tugged at my uniform. I stood by the fence—not too close.

Looking down made my throat tighten.

Then it came. Not a memory. Not a dream. Something in-between.

Ayaka—crying, whispering something I couldn't hear.

I stumbled backward, hand gripping the metal bars.

Back in the hallway, I passed by the teacher's office. Matsuda-sensei's voice floated out, calm and low.

> "The Kanzaki siblings… different families, yes, but the ties were never truly cut. Some roots just run too deep to forget."

Same surname? Could it be just a coincidence?

But something in my gut said otherwise.

If she knew something… if he knew something…

Then why are they pretending like strangers?

Rain splattered against the windows. Someone was yelling. Screaming.

Then: a flash. Metal crunching. A child's scream.

Her small hand reaching through shattered glass.

Sweat soaked through my shirt. My breath was ragged.

I checked my phone. A flicker of a notification—then gone. But I caught a glimpse.

> [Ayaka: "Please… let me try again. Just once more."]

I sat there, staring at the black screen.

Next morning, as I dragged my tired body through the hallway, I saw Riku again.

His eyes were dark, unreadable. Like he saw something in me I couldn't.

> "You've changed," he said. "Did something happen… or did I just forget who you really were?"

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