The first time I was a high schooler, I left this world even though I didn't want to die. Even though I kept waiting for the one I loved, who had gone away. And then, I was reborn. My appearance was almost the same as in my previous life. I thought he would find me. And I wished again to be happy with him. I became a high schooler once more, and met him, the one I had longed for. Ten years had passed, so some things had changed a little, but he was mostly just as he was back then. But, it was too late. He had long since married someone else and found happiness. I was sad. Because I had died, the path to being with him was cut off. In the end, I couldn't bring myself to wish for his unhappiness, and I clung to him. Just for one night. Still, since our previous life had been platonic, I was happy. That was enough for me. Not wanting to disturb his happiness, I stepped away. However, I had conceived. His child. I was surprised, but more than that, I felt I mustn't tell him. Not wanting to lose the child of the man I loved, I gave birth to him and named him Jota. Jota resembled him more and more with each passing day. Every time I saw him, I was reminded of the man I once loved, but this child is innocent. With no father around, I worked and poured all my affection into Jota. Thanks to that, he grew up to be a kind boy. --- That day, we went to see the ocean. The ocean that Jota loves. The sun was beginning to set, and it was very beautiful.