Firstpersonstory truyện

This story is based on a prompt I saw on the board of my Creative Writing class. The prompt was titled "Blast Off," and stated that the story could be literal or figurative. As you may see while reading, I went with figurative. I was never really sure if this prompt was meant for my class or not, but either way, it caught my eye immediately. The story has some more triggering topics in it such as a car crash, descriptions of hospital rooms, as well as death. Please do not read if anything listed makes you uncomfortable. This story is completely original and was written completely by me. I hope you enjoy.

2 people in their second year of high school. She was an over thinker with trust issues and a bad reputation. He was a boy who didn't know right from wrong. Could i be anymore obvious on why this couldn't end well? A 15 year old boy who didn't know how to be in a relationship and a 15 year old girl who just wanted to be needed.

Idk what I was doing when I started this... I found this from a while ago... be prepared for some dark random story

💥WARNING: SPOILERS 💥 "It was just a stupid dream. A stupid dream about Hajime. It wasn't real........and it never would be, right?" Komaeda's fondness of Hinata-kun was of a close resemblance to his obsession with hope. Until his sleeping mind showed him his true desire. The dream revealed longing for Hinata-kun, yearn for him to finally see him, not as he sees himself, but as Hinata-kun sees him. In the dream, Komaeda was doing something stupid--like usual--teasing Hinata-kun and scaring others away from him with his poor social skills. Komaeda then spots a small yellow flower beside Hinata-kun's cottage. After picking it, he walks to Hinata-kun, holds the flower to him, and smiles. "A kind flower for a kind boy." he said. Hinata--not responding--only blushed. Komaeda only laughed gently, letting the soft wind comb through his mangled hair. "The Things I should film." he laughed. Involves slight cussing(unless you're Fuyuhiko) 😃 Some spoilers 😳

COVER ART CREDS: @L47Draws ON TWITTER! First person view as Hu Tao while she goes though a normal week in teyvat. Parts are sorted out by the day of the week.

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The story is shared by the protaganist and the antagnist alternating chapters. Also any ideas on what to call this story???