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This story begins on June 21st, first day of summer.
The main character is a boy in his early twenties. Introverted; tall; wears glasses; etc. He wakes up in a hospital after a car accident to
find that a friend from overseas had not only come over to visit him when he was comatose (which lasted for about a month), but she had
actually moved somewhere close by enough that they could hang out together. He gets out of the hospital and the rest of it is a romantic
comedy of awkward proportions that spans several months and acts as blatant wish fulfillment.
Except it isn't. Because things don't fit together. Because stuff doesn't make sense. Because everything seems too perfect. Because everyone
agrees with him. Because nothing but good things happen to him. Because each day leaves him with large gaps in his memory of what happened,
as though he were living in a montage. And because there's just no explaining such a drastic decision to come live right by him. How did she
know how to find him? How did she know he was in an accident? How did she manage to buy a house so close by? Last time he checked, there
weren't any houses for sale.
When he starts investigating these things and asking questions, gradually the sugary sweet world around him begins to lose its cheerfulness.
Bad things happen. He nearly gets hit by a car again, while inside his own house no less. The college he attends kicks him out for failing
too many classes, when he was sure he'd passed the ones in question. His cat starts being hostile towards him. His parents then kick him out
of his house. He feels sick and lethargic. And through all this, his friend is unchanged, but is gravely concerned.
He presses her for answers to his questions, and she can't give him any such answers. The reasoning she gives is weak and faulty, and he asks
her what is happening. She can't tell him, because she doesn't know what he's talking about. On a whim, he pinches himself, and doesn't feel
a thing. So that must mean he's dreaming. He sets out to figure out how to wake himself up, the girl actually helping him out for the sake of
his happiness, or something corny like that, even though she'd cease to exist if he woke up or whatever. It's probably his own selfish
desires forcing her representation to act that way anyhow. Meanwhile the world is turning into a wintery hellscape around them as this
reality is gradually rent asunder by the constant denial of its existence. The snow is on fire, frickin' tornados and floods and, heck, a meteor storm. THE DESTRUCTION OF UNREALITY ITSELF!!1
Out of nowhere a hole opens up beneath his friend's feet, sending her tumbling into the void. At least it would, if the main character hadn't
decided to save his imaginary friend from plummeting to their death by grabbing hold of them and hauling them out. But wait! Now the hole's
getting bigger and they've both fallen in! And they're tumbling into oblivion, and there are apologies about feeling inadequate on both
sides, reassurances everywhere, and main character guy vows to wake up through sheer manly hot-blooded determination so that maybe, just
maybe he could make those nice things that happened a reality. And everything fades to white.
Cut back to the hospital, and main character is a bloody mess. He did not die peacefully in his sleep. He was in the coma for only a short
while, but his condition quickly deteroirated because loldrama. His family's there to mourn him, he left behind no real legacy and will
quickly be forgotten, and the guy who hit him got out thanks to being stinking rich and having good lawyers. Senseless waste of human life,
funeral is next week, free buffet for all.
And none of his friends who didn't live near him ever found out what happened to him, and assumed he left without a trace because he was sick
of them.
This story ends on June 22nd. The moral of the story? The will to live, heroic willpower, hot-bloodedness, call it what you like. It's not
enough to overcome the failure of a few organs and severe blood loss. He didn't even live for more than a day after getting hit. Take that,
author self-insert.
And nothing of value was lost. The end.
SO EDGYYYYYYYY
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