When you're on the brink of death, you start to think of the things you never got to do.

She lay there, breathing heavily. She had no more energy to move on. She was starving... dying from lack of food.

As the storm outside crashed, she could only reflect on her life. She had only done so much... she wanted to do more.

To find her mentor.

To tell him the truth.

To apologize to her friend.

But Sayaka was gone... probably dead. The minute they separated, she panicked. She didn't want to be alone.

She couldn't get back either. She needed someone else... someone from the same place to go back with.

But she had lost her friend to the depths of this hell.

And she couldn't do a thing about it. Her body was no longer capable of moving.

She was going to die, she knew that. She never found her mentor... her lover. Tell him a secret she had hidden from him.

She realized, in that moment...

...that her child would grow up without parents.

...he would never know them. She had hoped that her mother would take care of him.

As her breathing slowed, her heavy pants becoming shallow breaths.

She only wanted one wish.

Be strong... my little Hideaki...


To those curious, this a prequel story to the sequel story of A Forgotten Past. Yes, I am making a sequel.