> "Some journeys don't take you forward.
They bring you home — to the self you'd forgotten."
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[Scene opens]
Saito is sitting alone inside a quiet train.
The same one.
The same seat.
Same window.
But something's different.
The world outside the window — still, but brighter.
Like someone wiped away the dust from reality.
In his hand is a small mirror.
The same mirror where he first saw himself —
But not really.
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Saito (inwardly, eyes calm):
"Have I come back...
Or was I never gone?"
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He looks out the window.
Same platform.
But now, it looks... clearer.
Not less broken — just more true.
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Saito (soft whisper):
"I used to want to be perfect...
Now I just want to feel alive."
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[Flashbacks flicker]
Mira's carefree laugh.
Rei's wordless poems.
Kuro's rage.
Aira's fragile strength.
Akari's haunted eyes.
Every face… not a memory, but a mirror —
A piece of the puzzle that made him human.
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Saito (quietly):
"You all broke me...
and built me.
You taught me what it means
to feel."
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[The train horn echoes.]
An old man sits in the seat across from Saito.
The same Old Man from Ningenai.
But this one looks more real.
Less mythical.
More... present.
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Old Man (smiling):
"So…
Did you write your story?"
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Saito (half-smile):
"No.
I lived it."
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Old Man:
"One last question.
If you had the chance to go back…
To that world full of flawed people —
Would you?"
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Saito (eyes closed, answering from the heart):
"Yes.
Because their flaws…
were their true colors.
And for the first time,
I learned to live in color."
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[The train starts moving.]
Outside the window, scenes blur — like stories fading into memory.
Moments turn into motion.
Wounds into wisdom.
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Saito feels something in his bag.
A folded letter.
In his own handwriting.
He opens it.
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Voiceover – Letter reads:
> "Saito,
Perfection was never your gift.
It was your cage.
But you broke it.
Now your eyes see a world not in black and white,
but in every shade of broken beauty.
Your 'perfect' self is gone…
But a real human was born.
Just promise me one thing —
It's okay to bleed.
Just promise you'll feel.
– From the You who was lost,
to the You who is now found."
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[Saito's eyes well with tears.
But this time… he smiles.]
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Saito (whisper):
"I promise."
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[Train slows down.
The platform appears —
The same one where Saito was headed to receive his award.]
Life resumes.
People walk.
Announcements play.
But Saito… is no longer the boy who left.
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Announcer (from a distance):
"Mr. Saito Ken, please proceed to the stage for your award ceremony."
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[Scene shifts] — Auditorium.
Saito stands on stage.
Trophy in hand.
Crowd in silence.
Cameras flash.
But his eyes aren't chasing perfection anymore.
They hold something deeper — warmth.
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Saito (into mic):
"I accept this award…
But on one condition."
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[Audience silent.]
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Saito (voice trembling):
"Today, I'm not here just holding a trophy.
I'm holding a truth.
I am not perfect.
And I stand here to salute every imperfection
that makes us human.
To those who hide nothing.
To those who struggle.
To those who laugh through scars.
To those who just… cry sometimes.
I'm Saito Ken.
Once called 'the perfect boy.'
But now…
I'm just a person."
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[Silence.
Then — claps.
Soft at first.
Then louder.
Then echoing across the hall.]
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[In the background — imagined or spiritual —
Mira.
Aira.
Rei.
Kuro.
Akari.
All standing beside him.
Their presence felt, not seen.
Like ghosts of healing.]
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[Final scene] — Saito returns home.
Everything just like before.
Dinner on the table.
Quiet air.
He picks up a photo frame of him and his parents —
It slips.
Falls.
Behind it… a note.
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Note (from his mother):
> "We tried to make you perfect.
But maybe… we were just afraid of letting you be human.
Sorry, Saito.
Love, always."
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[Saito lifts the frame.
Looks in the mirror.
For the first time —
no glow.
No mask.
Just a boy, tired…
but real.]
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Saito (softly):
"Perfection was just a mask…
All I ever needed…
was to breathe."
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THE END.