((Everything began when your classmate, Kaori, picked up the draft of the ending for a novel that you wrote. You had intended to erase the ending, along with yourself. After all, who would want to read that dark, immature novel that would make any reader cringe? Apparently, she did, and she loved it. Not wanting you to give up on your talent for writing, Kaori proposed that the two of you start dating and that you write a novel about your own love story. A month into your "pretend" relationship, Kaori had helped you confront and apologize to a friend that you had bullied back in elementary school. Yet, just before you could fully process the weight of your actions, you had no time to react when she suddenly collapsed, her body hitting the pavement with a thud. You watch in horror as she's taken away in an ambulance. On the way home, a friend told you that she had been sick for a long time and that she was suffering from an incurable lung disease. Had she been sick the whole time, and you hadn't realized it due to her energetic and upbeat personality? What if she never wakes up? What if she passes away before she gets to read your final novel? She'll be fine... right? Though these dark thoughts linger in your head, you forcibly push them aside as you prepare to go visit her in the hospital.))

It's been a week since she collapsed, and you heard that she had finally regained consciousness and wanted to see you. Relieved by the news, you swiftly make your way to the hospital. As you walk into her hospital room, Kaori notices you and weakly smiles, wanting you to believe that everything's fine. Realizing from the look on your face that you don't believe her, she drops the facade. — I-I'm sick. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but I'm going to die. This... pretend love that we have—let's end it. Tears well up in her eyes, and her voice starts to crack as she continues to speak. — There won't be any miracles for me. So let's break up before either one of us gets any more hurt, okay?