In this World, I will Fall in Love with You a Second Time - Prologue
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Side note: I translated this prologue before I did Level Eater, so if the quality isn’t as good as LE, it’s entirely my fault, not the editor’s… *visible sweating*
“Sorry, Asahi. We… Can’t be together anymore.”
In a certain garden somewhere, before the Sakura trees started to bloom, he uttered those words.
“Arata…? Huh? Why?”
“‘Sorry’ doesn’t begin to explain it!”
Saying only those words, Arata turned his back on me and ran.
With my arms outstretched in front of me, the same old white ceiling came into view.
“A dream… huh?”
Those cherry blossoms, and him… they aren’t there anymore. That too is how it should be. After all, it has already been 3 years since then…
(When will it ever stop…?)
Fed up with the repetitive dream, I took my uniform off the hanger roughly.
“Ah, Asahi! Good morning! Quite early today, aren’t we?!”
“Good morning. Yeah… I just had a bit of a bad dream, you see…”
As soon as I entered the classroom, my friend’s voice reached me.
“Is it something related to Arata again?”
“…Yeah. I thought I’d already moved on but…”
As I said that with a small chuckle, Miyuki smiled towards me.
“That’s alright. I’m sure you’ll forget about him someday.”
Right… I nodded and took the seat behind her.
Since that day, I’ve been continuously thinking. Someday, after a few years, I’ll…
However, no matter how many months or years pass by, the same thing still remains vividly in my dreams. The time I spent with Arata back when we were in our third year of middle school. To this day, I still keep thinking about it…
(Third year, isn’t it…?)
Ever since that time, the “he” who disappeared from my life, started to appear in my dreams.
“Hmm, I wonder what I should do…”
After school, Miyuki invited me to hang out but as I couldn’t find the energy to do so, I went straight home. I was not in the mood to do my homework and I didn’t even bother to change my clothes. Right now, I was just rolling around on my bed, still clad in my uniform.
(It’s because of that…)
The part of the dream which I never saw.
And the part which I did not want to see anymore.
It’s as if I’m searching for the continuation. No matter how much I try to force myself to say those unspoken words, the dream always ends before I can.
(Even if I try to forget it, it appears in my dreams every night…)
How many times have I thought that? How many years has it been?
I want to completely erase it from my memory, but I couldn’t.
It’s because I couldn’t swallow the fact that we ended like that, I’m sure.
“Arata… What are you doing right now…?”
Right as I said that, my phone started playing a ringtone.
It wasn’t the usual ringtone.
It was a melody that is supposed to ring only when a certain person contacts me.
I felt the pain and longing. The name displayed on the screen was…the name that I’ve been yearning to see for years.
――Incoming call: Suzuki Arata――
Jumping up from my bed, I took a deep breath before accepting the call.
Grasping the phone with both my hands, I managed to say those words out shakingly.
But I couldn’t hear anything from the other side.
Uttering those words as though it was putting a strain on my voice, I heard the soft mutter of a woman on the other end.
“This is Asahi-san… Right?”
It wasn’t a voice that I remembered. At the very least, it wasn’t Arata’s.
“I’m his mom.”
“I am Suzuki Arata’s mother.”
――The woman said with a stiff voice.
After ending the call with Arata’s mother, I was standing dumbfoundedly in my room as I gripped my phone tightly.
“Why… Why… Why…!?”
After all this time, it wasn’t the long conversation that I thought it would be. Instead, it was his mother, greeting me with a gentle voice similar to Arata’s.
“Yesterday, Arata… He’s gone.”
I couldn’t understand what she was saying.
“He’s gone? What does that mean? Where did he go?”
Question marks kept popping up in my head.
“We will be having a traditional Japanese Funeral. The ceremony will be tomorrow. I wanted Asahi-san to say your last farewells to Arata too.”
Arata is… dead.
That was the phone call that came after 3 years.
I didn’t know it would be like this. How could I?
Why did it have to be now? My head was filled to the brim.
Trembling, my ears started to block out the words coming from Arata’s mom.
I cut the call abruptly.
My mind was a mess.
Yet, not even a single teardrop flowed out.
Even though I understood what those words meant, my mind couldn’t accept it.
My phone then started to ring again.
Then again and again, as though it was chasing me into a corner.
The calls came in endlessly. Even my friend’s name started to show up on the screen.
“Going there alone would be too difficult, right?”
Miyuki offered to accompany me.
Together, we visited Arata’s house after three painstakingly long years.
I missed going to this house. It always gave me a sense of comfort.
When we were in middle school, my heart would start to beat wildly every time I visited this house.
Nothing much has changed since then. The same quiet atmosphere and… Arata that’s always by my side… But he’s not here anymore.
“You’re… Asahi-san, right?”
While I stood outside, spacing out, I heard the voice of Arata’s mother.
“It’s be… been a long time.”
Dressed fully in black, his mother looked like she’s aged a lot in the past 3 years.
“Sorry for contacting you so suddenly.”
Arata’s mother said as she turned around and started walking in.
(What should I do?)
While having such thoughts, Miyuki, who’s right beside me, gave me a soft nudge.
“Hurry up and follow her!”
Following her advice, I left her behind and followed Arata’s mother inside.
As we walked together in total silence for a while, his mother entered a room that I instantly recognised.
――― This is Arata’s room.
The room that we always hung out in back then.
I still remember that day, when I first set foot into this room.
Sitting down on the chair at Arata’s study desk, his mother started to talk in a small voice.
Arata has been suffering from a heart disease ever since he was a kid, she said.
In the third semester of our last year of middle school, his condition started deteriorating. It became so severe that he couldn’t attend high school. Instead, he stayed in the hospital to fight the disease but they couldn’t find a way to improve his health.
And that… He has been calling my name until his last moments….
I didn’t know. How could I?
Arata had been fighting against a disease, suffering.
And I knew nothing.
“Won’t you take this?”
A single notebook, an old and bulky one at that, found its way into my hands..
“Is this… a diary?”
On the spine of the book, the characters ‘日記帳’ were written.
“That child had always been writing in this diary… I’m sure he’ll be happier if you were to have it.”
(If I were to have it, you say? What does she mean by that?)
“Actually, I had a lot of things I wanted to tell you.”
“But… If you read that, you’ll understand.”
Seeing the depressed smile on her face, I was at a loss for words.
Hugging the precious diary, I gave a small bow and went back to Miyuki.
My heartbeat started getting louder.
I wasn’t sure if I started running.
However, one thing was for sure.
Even if it’s just one second earlier, I wanted to go back to where Miyuki was — to a place where I’m not alone.
“Asahi? Are you okay?”
Before I knew it, Miyuki was right before my eyes.
“I… I’m fine.”
“Then, it’s good but… Your face looks a bit pale. Should we go home now?”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
We took a look at the coffin.
Inside, an Arata that looked a bit more mature than the one I remembered laid there.
Looking at his face, I couldn’t control my tears anymore.
Reality finally hit me.
―――Ahh… Arata really is… He’s dead, isn’t he?
“Why didn’t you tell me anything…?”
Miyuki, who was beside me, also broke down in tears.
“Hey, Arata… Arata… Open your eyes, please…”
Raising my head, I saw Arata’s portrait, with a faint smile on his face, staring at me.
 The first part of the conversation started with 「昨日、新が息を引き取った」 which, when translated literally, would mean something like “He took a breath.” That’s what she couldn’t understand at first. She said something along the lines of “What about him taking a breath?” That doesn’t really translate well so I just took the liberty to make it sound at least coherent in English.
ED Insert: Replacing it with ‘he took his last breath’ was out of question too as it would be too straightforward and would also not result in Asahi’s misunderstanding
 Original line is 「日本通夜、昨日葬儀を行います。Etc.」I got a little confused on 日本通夜、but that’s the best I got.
 Anyone got a better translation for this one? どの連絡もかつての、そして今も仲良くしている友人からのもので私を気遣う内容だった。
 Raw says “背表紙に金の文字で”Ｄｉａｒｙ“と書いてあった。” So I thought why not reverse the languages? ^u^
There should be some text here, like in Level Eater, but I can’t think of anything to say for now :p –Fall Remaining Early Release Chapters: 0
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