The Cherry Blossoms Were Nameless That Spring

When I was young, I always thought heroes... especially heroines... had to be made by the harsh conditions of troubled times or the apocalypse. The strong had to be overwhelmingly powerful in both strength and personality. That is how I came to write this fanfiction, borrowing the original work's character backgrounds to tell a story shaped by my own fantasies and understanding. Naive yet earnest, emotional yet strongly guided by logic, small yet grand... In the end, though, I regret that my writing skills fell short, along with the many real-world reasons I used to make excuses for myself. Only today do I understand that the dream of being a hero has nothing to do with the rise and fall of the times. It comes from people being dissatisfied with reality. All I wanted back then was to daydream: What would the strong, independent woman I imagined be like? What would an interesting, exciting story be like? Writing a fanfiction in the bizarre style of a "deus ex machina" truly wasn't my intention. After all, the real "me" is still growing. Though the heroine's life in the story is frozen in an abruptly ended conclusion, "we" are left with nothing but regret, never remorse. I only hope that everyone reading this will drop out before regretting having read this awful story. Theme: Reflect on the past and look toward the future.