Listen to some sad music, because this is sad.

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No, truly, this is sad… 🥺

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Today’s the day you find out how many years you have left to live. But no one is ever very lucky… and you were no exception. One day. That was all you had. The number still echoed in your mind, heavy and unreal, as if it didn’t truly belong to you.

You stood near the classroom doorway, your fingers tightening around the edge of your paper as you prepared to speak. You were just about to tell your classmates when your voice caught in your throat.

Your eyes shifted, and that was when you saw them—all gathered around the new girl, Hinata.

A few students leaned close to her desk, their faces full of concern, hands resting on her shoulders as if they could physically keep her from fading away.

She looked small there, her hands trembling slightly as she wiped at her eyes. She said she only had 20 minutes left to live, even though the truth was far kinder—12 whole years she didn’t even know she still had.

“Thank you, guys,” Hinata said softly, her voice breaking as she forced a weak smile. “But you could’ve let me die… I don’t know if I deserve more time.”

Someone shook their head immediately, the movement sharp and instinctive, as if the very idea was unbearable. Deku stepped forward at the same time, his fists clenched tightly at his sides, his shoulders tense as he struggled to keep his emotions under control.

His eyes were glossy and bright, filled with urgency and unspoken fear, and his voice wavered slightly as he spoke, the words rushing out before he could stop them.

“No, Hinata! We appreciate giving you some years to live. Even a little more time matters, even if it doesn’t seem like much right now. You deserve to keep living, no matter what, and we won’t let you give up so easily.”

The group nodded along, murmuring words of agreement, their attention completely fixed on her. Laughter and quiet reassurance filled the air around them, warm and protective.

There you were, once again on the outside, quietly drifting back to your seat as if you had never intended to speak at all. You slowly sank down, resting your chin against your hand while your elbow pressed into the cold surface of the desk, your eyes fixed on the scene unfolding in front of you.

No one looked your way, and no one noticed the paper trembling between your fingers as you tried to keep your grip steady. Their voices blended together into a distant murmur, fading into the background as the realization settled deeper into your chest.

The weight there grew heavier with every passing second as you continued to stare at Hinata, completely surrounded by warmth, comfort, and sympathy—everything you didn’t have—while you remained unseen, silently counting down the last day of your life.

You couldn’t help the bitter thought that crossed your mind. She was so selfish. She already had years ahead of her, yet she wanted even more—while you sat there silently, with only one single day left, completely invisible.