Rosé
“I found out my heart might not be very strong, and…”
When Lisa said those words, my mind went blank for a second. Then, when I realized she wasn’t the type to joke about something like that, I was at a loss for words.
“I-is that so…? But it’s not like anything bad will happen right away, will it?” I responded, trying and failing to brush away the seriousness of what she wanted to say. She smiled meekly.
“No. I’m just talking hypothetically. Actually, yesterday, I fainted. I must have been tired or something.”
She said it happened with no warning. She had been with Jennie at the library the day before, as usual. On the way home, she said she was on her bike and suddenly felt short of breath. She pulled over to the side of the road and was trying to calm herself down because she thought it was weird when her legs suddenly became weak. She tried to prop herself up by holding on to the bike seat but ended up falling over with the bike.
When she woke up, she was in a hospital bed. It seems a passerby had seen her fall and called an ambulance. It sounds flippant to say, but the diagnosis was simply that she fainted. She regained consciousness quickly. There was a chance it had been caused by a heart condition, so she was supposed to go back later for tests. The sooner, the better, and someone had to accompany her. Based on the hospital’s schedule, she made an appointment for two days later. In other words, the day after, she talked to me.
“Since my mom died suddenly from a heart condition, I had a lot of examinations done when I was younger. They didn’t find any specific congenital disease. But my dad is still really worried, so they’re going to run some test tomorrow,” she explained.
I remembered her mentioning that when she talked of her childhood before, but this was the first time I’d heard her talk about her mom. I tried to answer in a casual tone and finally managed to get the words out.
“Interesting. Um, if there’s anything I can do, please don’t hesitate to ask. Of course, I’ll only do things I want to do,” I joked.
She smiled faintly. Speaking of jokes, I once told her to be careful so that she didn’t burn out and keel over one day. I don’t think it’s possible for words to create reality, but I was still shaken.
Lisa was silent for a moment, like she was searching for the right words. Suddenly, her face grew very serious.
“In that case…and I’m only saying if something happens, and the chances othat are basically zero. I just want to ask you while it’s on my mind. I’m not saying this is going to happen to me, but people suddenly die sometimes.”
“Um, wait a second, Manoban. What are you saying?”
A cold, dry wind blew through, and I felt like it chilled me all the way to my heart.
“If I die, I want you to erase me from Jennie’s journal.”
All thoughts vanished from my mind. I simply stared at the kind human standing in front of me.
If Manoban died…
“But she keeps her journal in a notebook,” she went on. “And I think she summarizes the important parts in a separate binder, too. So it’s kind of going to be a hassle. You’ll need to transfer the contents of the journal and binder to her laptop, only erasing the references to me.”
A powerful emotion surged in me, words bubbling to the surface.
“Wh-what are you talking about? What is going on?”
I looked fearfully into her eyes. They were clear and calm, like they were detached from the rest of the world.
“This is important,” she said.
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Even If This Love Disappears From This World (jenlisa adaptation)
FanfictionA beautiful girl who was supposed to have meant nothing to me once said this: "We can date, but only under three conditions. First, don't talk to me until after school. Second, when we contact each other, we keep it short. And third,don't fall in lo...
