Days passed without her condition getting better.
Her classmates visited her sometimes,
but their visitations only made her feel worse.
She was deeply jealous about them being able to live
freely without any hindrance.
She couldn't keep faking herself in front of her friends,
and asked them to stop visiting her for the time being.
The happy-go-lucky teenager had bags under her eyes.
She looked sickly,
her pale skin devoid of any glow that it once had.
The once-healthy flower,
now left in a dark room
had started to wither.
Everyday was the same.
She would eat at 8 in the morning,
take her medicines after.
Then she would eat lunch at 12pm,
followed by another set of medicines.
Hana would then have nothing to do,
until after 8pm, when she would eat dinner,
take a shower, then sleep.
Every day started feeling like a chore to her.
She laughed weakly at herself.
She couldn't help her mother get a good life at this rate.
She wouldn't even be able to finish high-school.
She looked at her pale, almost discolored hand.
"Would it be better if I disappeared instead?"
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A Tale of Two Feathers
General FictionMichiki Nao was a regular student in the local high school. He didn't deviate from trends, he always followed rules, and he was always home before dark. In fact, there was nothing special about him, except for his love of nature. That was, until he...
