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Reverse 1999: The Fog of History

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He came to this world as an outsider; and spent his days in a nightmare in the past. But even then, he held hope in his heart until his wish was one day granted, and he met the real protagonist of this world. Suddenly, he found himself gradually transforming from a mere spectator to a member of the play, accepted by those around him. Yet he knows that he mustn't stay for too long. Since to accomplish his ultimate goal, he must one day die. Unwilling, she asked him. "...do you really think your life is that worthless?" "In the grand scheme of things... yes." "...to us you're not." "Thank you, Ms. Vertin." ----- Author's note: A Reverse: 1999 fanfic! No, Vertin is not a romantic interest. She's 16 for god's sake. I'm trying to make a story with drama for the first time so bear with me here, okay?
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