Our Sixteenth Year: A Our Youth Story Fanfiction

The moment he reached out to her, she felt he was the god who had come to save her. Then she realized that God must have been asleep when he created him... "When he smiles, it's like he radiates light. He's dazzling." "I don't know how we ended up like this. Maybe we started drifting farther apart the moment he turned and walked away." "He protected me when others bullied me, opened his arms when I was lonely, and was always the first to show up and comfort me when I was sad. How could I not like someone like him?" 1. The heroine is a poor little thing with a tragic past. 2. The male lead hasn't been decided yet. The ending may be open. 3. If you're sensitive, don't read. No explanations. A lighthearted version: At school, a girl looked at the person lying in front of her and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?" The guy, who had planned to make a cool entrance, awkwardly said, "The ground was dirty, so I was wiping it." At the baseball field, the girl was carefully recording the players' information when a sudden commotion interrupted her. She walked toward the crowd and saw someone sprawled on the ground for the umpteenth time that week. She shook her head helplessly, thinking she shouldn't have come here in the first place. The guy on the ground was still wondering whether he should pretend to be unconscious to get some sympathy.