I was supposed to die from an illness, but now I might die in a plane crash.

Am I really going to die without saying goodbye to anyone, without conveying anything at all?!

I can't accept that!!

I can't die without telling my family, my friends, and 'him' how I feel!!

To die without being able to tell 'him,' my childhood friend and first love, that I love him...

God, please!!

Not being able to tell him how I feel is more painful than dying itself.

So please...

Please, just give me one chance.

Let me see 'him,' my beloved, just one more time...

However, that wish went unfulfilled, and I died...

Or so I thought... Huh?

Am I, by any chance, alive?

But somehow, my body feels smaller...

Have you ever wished to return to your bittersweet youth?

Have you ever wished for a second chance at life?

This is a story for those who hold such feelings.

Please, read it through to the end.