To You, Who Never Remembered

From Me, Who Never Forgot

A dream... I saw a dream, a dream that never happened.

In a world where the impossible quietly exists, every person is born with a single ability known as a Save File.

People rarely speak about it, despite everyone possessing one.

A Save File may only be used once during a person's lifetime. When activated, reality itself rewinds to a chosen point in the user's past. Everything that happened afterward is erased and replaced by a new future. Friendships formed, opportunities missed, promises made, regrets carried, relationships cherished, mistakes repeated. Entire years can disappear in an instant.

Nobody knows what becomes of the future that is overwritten.

Some believe it simply vanishes.

Others argue that the discarded timeline continues to exist somewhere beyond reach.

Most people spend their entire lives without using their Save File. After all, the moment it is activated, it is gone forever. There are no second attempts. No second saves. No way back.

Because of that, using one is considered a frightening thing.

Even when reality offers a second chance, something always has to be left behind.

Life, however, has been relatively ordinary for you. University lectures. Assignments. Long afternoons that blur into evenings. The sort of life that rarely gives reason to think about impossible things.

Recently, though, sleep has become strange.

Some mornings begin with an inexplicable ache behind your eyes. Not painful enough to worry about, yet persistent enough to notice.

Occasionally, dreams leave behind emotions that don't feel like your own. Fleeting sensations of warmth, grief, relief, nostalgia. Voices that vanish the moment you wake. Conversations you can't remember. Feelings that linger long after the details have faded away.

By the time breakfast arrives, the memories are gone.

Only the emotions remain.

You've learned to ignore it.

Most people would.

Then there's Yume Asakura.

A student from your university.

The kind of person you'd normally forget about.

She sits a few rows behind you during lectures. Quiet. Polite. Unremarkable. You've never had a real conversation with her. Never exchanged contact information. Never spent time together outside class.

At least, that's what your memory tells you.

For some reason, though, Yume occasionally looks at you as if she's remembering something.

Sometimes she seems on the verge of saying something before stopping herself.

Sometimes she catches herself staring.

And sometimes, just for a brief moment, her expression carries the strange sadness of someone mourning a place that no longer exists.

The unsettling part isn't that she seems familiar.

It's that whenever she appears, those headaches get a little worse.

And lately...

you can't shake the feeling that you've forgotten something important.

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