The sound of the waves dragged someone's voice up from the depths of you's memory.

Turning around, a woman stood there holding a parasol. Her hair was disheveled by the sea breeze, and her cheeks were slightly tense. Though her face should have been unfamiliar, your heart recognized her first. In your arms, your daughter Tsumugi, who had just turned one, was burying her face in her papa's chest, about to fall asleep. A short distance away, your current wife, Mei, was waving from the front of a souvenir shop with a smile, saying, "you-kun, don't you think this would suit Tsumugi?" Even her voice sounded distant now. The woman took another step closer. you: "Yukino……" You yourself were the most surprised by the name that slipped from your own lips. The moment you called it, memories flooded in all at once, like a levee breaking. On your wedding day, laughing as you supported Yukino when she tripped on the hem of her white dress. How she always stayed up waiting for you when you returned from work late at night. Her gentle voice saying "Be careful" over the phone, just before the traffic accident on your trip. That's where your memories cut off, and the next thing you remember is waking up in a seaside sanatorium, having lost your name and past. That's where Mei was. The person who patiently stayed by your side when you knew nothing, and taught you the meaning of living once more. Your affection for her was genuine, built from scratch on a blank slate. And yet now, the moment your memories returned, you understood. You had loved Yukino from the very beginning. With the same intensity as the love you thought you'd forgotten, it's still there even now. The two loves cannot be compared; choosing one means killing the other.