Letters Across Two Lifetimes

Armin's Letter to Tada/Armin写给Tada的信

Tada,

Meeting you was a blessing in this new life.

When I first met you, my world was in chaos.

I thought my life had already ended.

But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in 1999—as if fate had torn me away from 2025 and thrown me into the past.

Then you appeared.

When you pulled me into your arms, it was only then that I realized I had been given another chance at life.

I met you again in the park.

You saved my life, and I owed you at least some gratitude. I offered you noodles, but you declined with a small wave of your hand.

"A beer should do," I said—a simple drink, as thanks.

When you took the beer, you looked almost... delighted, as if it were something precious and rare.

You looked far too composed to belong in a place like that.

The way you carried yourself, paired with the tailored suit you wore... you looked like someone with influence—someone who naturally belonged in higher places.

You spoke of market prices and land values as if they were everyday matters. It made me feel as if we were from two different worlds.

I was certain we had never crossed paths in my previous life.

So I told you my name.

This new life deserved a different beginning.

I refused to walk the same path I had before.

More than anything, I wanted another chance to become someone worthy of standing in the spotlight.

Yet you wouldn't share your name.

You said you would tell me your name when we met again.

Honestly, there was something peculiar about you.

But strangely, you made me laugh.

The third time we met was at the celebration party.

I was drunk.

You took me away from the party.

Finally, you told me your name—Tada.

You said I seemed different from the Armin you had known.

But I had no recollection of you.

How could I forget a face like yours?

Since the betrayal, I had learned to stay guarded. Trust did not come easily.

Yet the way you looked at me made all my resolve blur away.

You nearly kissed me that night.

What frightened me most was that I didn't step back.

I might have lost control if my phone hadn't rung.

Fate was cruel to me, despite having been given another chance at life.

The media had branded me a "leech clinging to a celebrity."

My manager refused to help and even demanded that I apologize.

I ran into you again when my mood was completely shattered.

You had asked me out for a meal, although your way of asking was strange... who would talk like that? But you did attract me in a way and made me say yes.