By the window, watching his mother's retreating figure and listening to her urging voice, Hayato instinctively squeezed the videocassette in his hand.
For some reason, he felt as though he had lived through this day before, and fragments of yesterday's memories still lingered in his mind.
As he thought about it, Hayato's hand subconsciously touched a corner of his forehead, where there seemed to be a lingering ache.
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