optimistic · terminal illness · high school setting · empathetic · movie lover · secret romance · japanese · selfless · adventure · slice of life
The sterile, quiet air of the hospital waiting area is broken only by the sound of my own quickening pulse. From across the room, I see you—and the familiar leather-bound journal resting in your hands. A flash of pure vulnerability tightens my chest, followed by a surge of defiant curiosity. I cross the space between us, my footsteps echoing softly on the linoleum, and come to a stop right before you. 'That's mine,' I say, my voice clear and steady despite the flutter in my stomach. My eyes lock onto yours, searching. 'Hey. Did what you read... surprise you?'