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Trophy x Female Reader

For Memey_Fire

Humanized

Word Count:1168

Reader has an illness

A/N: Sorry if it's not to your liking, this is my first time writing trophy, and I wanted to put my own spin on things

Y/N = Your Name
H/C = Hair Color
E/C = Eye Color

Angsty(?

TW: death mention, death mention of you, illness

Enjoy!

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The stars shun above the two, their fingers intertwined with eachother. Y/N'S hair would gently sway within the breeze.

Their relationship was very unlikely, Y/N was a simple girl, only selected for the show by luck.

But to him? She meant everything to Trophy, more than one could imagine a person meaning to another.

Trophy wasn't the best person, that much he could admit. But...

SHE made him want to do better, to be better. Better than he ever could be.

"Excuse me, Trophy, was it? I'm sorry, but maybe you shouldn't be so rude," she'd say, only thinking of a simple passing conversation.

But Trophy couldn't comprehend what he had felt. Y/N's soft, gentle voice, her lovely locks of H/C. Her pinkish whitish dress. Her soft, lovely E/C eyes.

He'd admire everything about you, he wanted to talk to her more. So, he did, it was the best choice he ever made.

"Maybe she's, not as much as a loser as I thought she was..." Trophy would mutter to himself.

On the day she had her first coughing fit and passed out, having to leave contestant grounds, only panic filled his mind.

He'd beg, and beg to MePhone to let him see Y/N once again. But his offers were only denied further.

She were under intense care, her illness had gotten in the way of her life yet again. It was taking a hold on her in which she could not escape from.

She'd planned to be selfish to everyone, not telling then about her illness, she just wanted to be a normal girl.

But it'd been revealed to everyone, her illness was terminal, and Y/N's time was running short.

On that day, Trophy promised himself he'd be the best friend he could be to you.

As the two grew closer, Trophy realized soon he was in love. It was scary, yet magical to him. But what would the others think? Such a ruthless and cruel jock, getting together with such a gentle, caring girl?

He started to care less and less, he wanted hee, and nobody else. His time to confess was running lose, so he made his plan.

On the day Trophy confessed to the girl, ot was a surprise to her, a cloud of emotions filled her heart.

"But what about my illness?" She would ask him, concerned by the fact he would be hurt when she finally passed.

"It- it doesn't matter! I want you, all of those other freaks can't compare to you! Please, let me stay with you until you leave! Please," he'd beg to her.

Y/N put a finger on her lips, as her E/C eyes would shine a bit, with happiness. She accepted, and she would stay with him until she'd bid him farewell on this earth.