Chapitre 7: After the Last Train Left, I Was the Only One Remaining at the StationChapitre 7 : Après le départ du dernier train, j'étais le seul qui restait à la gare

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The clock read

10:08 p.m.

One minute left.

There were only

three people on the platform now.

Me.

The boy.

And the station attendant.

Only two lines

remained on the departure board.

SCHEDULED TO DIE: 0

INTRUDERS: 1

The deaths of the five

had already been canceled.

More precisely

from all the versions of “yesterday”

this station had repeated

over and over again

I had chosen

a future where they didn't die.

That was the truth

behind the retries.

This station

hadn't been turning back time.

It had been recreating

the future just before death

again and again.

And every time

one contradiction

remained at the end.

The boy.

A person who had died

one year ago

whom I had brought

to this place.

That was why

no matter how many times

we tried again

the world's calculations

never added up.

“There's still time.”

The station attendant spoke.

“Please return the intruder

to his original time of death.”

The boy looked at me.

“So that means...”

His voice trembled.

“I have to die

again, right?”

I didn't answer.

I couldn't.

The clock kept moving.

10:08:31 p.m.

The boy gave

a faint smile.

“It's okay.”

“What?”

“It's okay.”

The boy stared

across the tracks.

“I died

a year ago, right?”

“Then

I'm just going back.”

No.

It wasn't

that simple.

For an entire year

I had been running

from that day.

If only I'd been

a few seconds faster.

If only I'd noticed sooner.

If only

I had reached out

that day.

I had thought about it

thousands of times.

That was why

I accepted that ticket.

A station

where you could cancel

the death of one person.

If such a place

really existed

I thought

I would do anything.

And so

I summoned the station.

To save the boy.

But now

I understood.

What this station

had given me

wasn't a miracle.

It was a choice.

Erase someone's death

and someone else

had to take on

the contradiction.

That was all.

10:08:44 p.m.

I pulled

the old ticket

from my pocket.

On the back

in my own handwriting

were these words.

NEVER CHOOSE THE SIXTH PERSON.

At last

I understood what they meant.

The person who wrote them

wasn't yesterday's me.

It was

the first me.

The me from before

all the repetitions began.

On the first retry

I chose the boy.

I returned him

to his original death.

The station

returned to normal.

I made it home alive.

But the next morning

I saw the article

about the boy's accident

and remembered everything.

I couldn't bear it.

So I summoned

the station again.

The next time

was the same.

I chose the boy

made it home alive

regretted it

and summoned the station again.

Over and over.

That was why

I had left a message

for my future self.

NEVER CHOOSE THE SIXTH PERSON.

So that this time

I could make

a different choice.

10:08:53 p.m.

I held out the ticket

to the station attendant.

“I choose

the second option.”

The station attendant

didn't move.

“Please confirm.”

“The person who summoned

this station

will inherit

the intruder's death.”

“Yes.”

The boy grabbed my arm.

“Wait.”

“I never asked you

to do that.”

For the first time

I looked

straight at his face.

The face

I had failed to save

one year ago.

The face

I had seen

in my dreams

again and again.

But the boy

standing before me now

wasn't the boy

from my memories.

Even though

he had lost an entire year

he had thought

felt fear

and tried to stop me

right here.

He was alive.

“I'm not doing this

just for you.”

I spoke.

“I want

to end this.”

10:08:58 p.m.

The departure board

changed.

INTRUDERS: 0

SCHEDULED TO DIE: 1

Below that

my name appeared.

TIME OF DEATH:

10:09 P.M.

The boy screamed.

At that instant

the second hand

reached twelve.

But

nothing happened.

I was still standing.

The boy was still there.

The station

hadn't disappeared.

“What does this mean?”

I looked

at the station attendant.

But for the first time

he was smiling.

“The correction

has been completed.”

The departure board

changed once more.

SCHEDULED TO DIE: 0

SERVICE ENDED

I held my breath.

“I'm not going to die?”

The station attendant

shook his head.

“What you inherited

was not his death.”

“Then what was it?”

“The fact

that he died.”

I didn't understand.

From somewhere

in the distance

I heard a train.

A white train

pulled into the platform.

Its destination display

showed only one word.

LIVING WORLD

The doors opened.

The station attendant

looked at the boy.

“Please board.”

The boy looked at me.

“What about him?”

The station attendant

didn't answer.

I understood.

What I had inherited

was the world's record

that the boy had died.

From now on

in this world

the person who died

one year ago

wouldn't be the boy.

It would be me.

The boy could return.

But there was

no world

for me to return to.

My home.

My job.

My name.

The memories

of everyone who knew me.

All of it

would become something

that had never existed

in the first place.

“Go.”

I pushed the boy

gently toward the train.

“But...”

“It's the last train.”

Crying

the boy boarded.

Just before

the doors closed

he shouted.

“Your name!”

“What?”

“Tell me your name!”

I tried to answer.

But

I couldn't remember

my own name.

It was already gone.

The doors closed.

The train began to move.

The boy disappeared

into the darkness.

Only the station attendant

and I

remained on the platform.

“Is it over?”

I asked.

The station attendant

removed his cap

and bowed deeply.

“Yes.”

“You will never

summon this station

again.”

One by one

the lights went out.

The ticket gates disappeared.

The clock disappeared.

The tracks disappeared.

Finally

the station attendant

disappeared too.

I alone

remained

in the darkness.

I don't know

how much time passed.

Suddenly

I heard something

in the distance.

The sound

of a train braking.

I opened my eyes.

I was at

an unfamiliar station.

Morning sunlight

streamed onto the platform.

Crowds of people

walked past.

A boy

who looked about high-school age

ran past me.

For just a moment

our eyes met.

It was him.

But he didn't

know me.

Of course he didn't.

In this world

I had died

one year ago.

His friends called to him

and he ran off

laughing.

I watched him go.

Something made a sound

inside my pocket.

The old ticket.

Words were appearing

on it.

SERVICE ENDED

NUMBER OF RETRIES: 7

PEOPLE SAVED: 6

Then

one final sentence

appeared beneath them.

“YOU ARE ALSO INCLUDED

AMONG THOSE TO BE SAVED.”

I looked up.

Across the platform

a single-car train

was waiting.

There was no destination

displayed.

Only its doors

stood quietly open.

After hesitating

for a moment

I boarded the train.

The doors closed.

There was

no need

to try again anymore.

The train began to move.

Outside the window

the morning city

slowly faded into the distance.

I didn't know

where I was going.

But there was

one thing

I knew for certain.

At that station

where only those

destined to die tomorrow

get off

the last train

would never

stop again.

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