A Stroke of Inspiration

She never imagined they would confess their feelings in a hospital room.

He never imagined that her hatred for him would grow deeper and deeper because of this accident.

When she was young, her family's affection gave her a happy childhood to hold on to.

As she grew up, their two families turned against each other over an engagement that had never existed.

Are you happy, bullying me like this?

You bastard.

You clearly promised you wouldn't die this soon.

"It's because of you." The other person's voice was much gentler than usual. The habitual sarcasm that always colored their words to her had completely vanished.

But...

"I'm sorry, okay?" She lowered her head and clasped the other person's pale, limp hand. "I know I disappointed you... but didn't you already know? This is just who I am."

- This is just who I am.

I don't know if it was right to start writing this so hastily, but the girls around me were looking forward to it, so I decided to give it a try. If I can't get into the story, I'll put it on hold again. After all, the reason I started writing doesn't match reality, and I don't have much inspiration. Anyway, I'll do my best.

Also, to explain, I set it in high school to fit the protagonists' ages, but I really can't handle writing high school. If it doesn't work out, I'll change it to after college or middle school, or I'll go crazy...

(I made the cover myself, so please give it a look orz)