That orange-flavored hard candy was so sweet. So why did it taste bitter in my mouth? His eyes were cold whenever he looked at me, from beginning to end. I knew that the whole time, I was the only one imagining there was something between us.
...This is a very amateurish story, with childish writing. I wrote it for practice. Over the past few days, I've read several tragic romance novels, and I can't handle them. I'm extremely sensitive, and my mood has been falling apart, so I wrote this book. I wrote it because I wanted to put readers through some misery too. If I have to get rained on, I want to tear up everyone else's umbrellas. Haha, I'm rambling. If you like this kind of thing, you're welcome to read it. If you really enjoy pure angst that puts the characters through the wringer, then your taste is pretty intense. (A gentle reminder: if reading this makes you uncomfortable, please leave immediately.) Don't come back later to curse at the author. If you don't like it, leave right away instead of saying so in the comments.
False advertising: This is a sweet, youthful romance. The heroine is strong, resilient, and patient, while the hero is quiet and reserved, secretly caring for her. They have a super-sweet mutual crush. There isn't a single angsty moment, and the heroine's younger brother is especially caring toward her. Her parents and grandparents treat her wonderfully too, and the hero will show concern for her without even realizing it.
Content warning: This is a first-person, immersive story that puts the protagonist through the wringer.
A short, slightly angsty story that I finished in no time. Written from a first-person perspective, the writing is lovely, the descriptions are delicate, the scenes are immersive, and the pacing is good. A great "after-dinner treat"! ✌︎( ᐛ )✌︎