Khaotung, a 26-year-old adult, wishes to undo the past to find a way to save his high school crush, First. Unable to move on from his tragic past, Khaotung faces depression, wanting to end his own life.
He didn't expect to wake up from jumping off...
It was dark and cold, but there was no pain. Khaotung's body slipped away before it gained consciousness again. Feeling his limps, touch, and smell come back to him like his soul has been pulled back into his body.
He gasped for air as cold water splashed into his face, waking him up. He shoots his eyes open as he coughs, face drenched. He was lying on the ground. In the grass, in fact. He looks up from his side and sees a pair of shoes. He tills his head up to follow a pair of legs until he meets up with his friend's face.
"Man, are you alright?" Mark asked, worried as he looked down at his friend. The person next to him, holding a bucket, was Aj. The water drips down his wet hair as he stares at them in shock.
"Where am I?" There was a quiver in his tone. It didn't work. He didn't die! Why does he have to be punished like this? Why did the gods make him live?
"At school, dumby, you passed out!" Aj spoke as he put the bucket down. Khaotung's eyes wide at his friend's answer. Why would they be at school? Just a second ago, he was at the bridge. How did they end up over here?
Khaotung sat up, worrying his friends as they tried to help him. He had just passed out, and they were worried he might faint again as he got up too quickly. With their help, he gets back up on his feet. Realising his clothes have been changed.
Instead of wearing his simple T-shirt and some jeans. He was wearing his P.E. clothes from his high school. He heard some screams as he made his way from behind the bleachers. The coach yelled at the players on the field.
"I swear, the next person hurting another, I would make him feel pain! Now play before I kick your ass!" he blew his whistle, hurting Khaotung's ears, he forgot how aggressive his P.E. teacher was.
As Khaotung approach the sideline, the teacher looks his way with a worried look. "Are you alright, Thanawat?" checked him up and down.
"I am, I think," Khaotung said, confused, questioning himself as he looked around. He didn't understand why he was at school and was wearing his P.E. clothes.
"Are you sure? You hit your head pretty badly," he pointed out. Khaotung did have a headache, but he didn't know if it was from something else. "You should go to the infirmary and get some rest"
He ordered Aj and Mark back on the field as they approached. He turns to the others and whistles to get everyone's attention.
"Now, who kicked the ball in Thanawat's face?!" he commanded. Everyone feared him as they froze, shaking their heads.
