A Step Back
I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.
He was merely a pitiful stranger, existing on another timeline, with the same face as mine.
The one who truly died, was the boy who stood here at the moment of rebirth and chose to take a step back.
That innocent, kind-hearted boy who was willing to risk everything for others, believing that family love could conquer all.
I was reborn, clawing my way out from his remains.
I did not look back. I started the car and merged into the rushing traffic.