Into Her Favourite's Story

Chapter 3

He faced rejection, abuse, and unbearable loneliness. It seemed as if luck had abandoned him from the very beginning, as if the world had chosen to test him more than anyone else.

Yet, despite it all, he never gave up. Every day, he kept trying, holding onto the fragile hope that someday, someone would finally see him — really see him, just like me.

Even when he was breaking inside, he still smiled for others. And maybe that was the reason I loved him so deeply. Because in him, I saw a reflection of myself.

As I read his story, something in me began to heal. For the first time, I felt like I wasn’t alone. His pain, his quiet endurance, and his longing for kindness made me feel understood in a way no one in my real life ever had.

He made me believe that maybe — just maybe — people who suffer in silence also deserve a happy ending.

I read every chapter carefully, absorbing each word, every emotion, every dream he held close. Through his story, I found a strange kind of strength — the courage to keep moving forward, even when no one seemed to notice.

However, the final chapter had not yet been released, and still, I found myself returning to that novel again and again, as if caught in its spell. Every line, every scene, every word of that story pulled me in, making me forget the emptiness of my days.

Then one particularly tiring evening, after staying late at work, I was on my way home. My body ached from exhaustion, and all I wanted was to rest.

Just as I was about to step off the curb, my phone chimed — a new notification. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it: “Final chapter of Throne of Flower released.”

Without even thinking twice, I unlocked my phone. The chapter cost more coins than usual, and I knew I barely had any money left for the month. Still, I didn’t hesitate. I used the last of my savings to unlock it. In that moment, nothing mattered more than reading what happened next.

But as I began to read, my excitement quickly faded. The words on the screen blurred as I realized what had happened — my favourite character, the second male lead, had died.

For a long moment, I just stared at my phone, frozen. My heart felt heavy, as if all the warmth had drained from it. I scrolled up and down again and again, hoping I had misunderstood, hoping it was just a dream or a trick. But no matter how many times I reread the lines, the truth remained the same.

He was gone.

Truly gone.

My eyes stung as tears streamed down my cheeks.

“Why?” I whispered softly. “He didn’t deserve that…”

It felt so unfair — too cruel, too undeserved. My hands trembled as I typed into the comment section, pleading the author to change his fate. But deep down, I knew nothing would undo what had already been written.

In him, I had seen a reflection of myself — the same quiet endurance, the same unspoken pain. Watching him die felt like watching the last flicker of my own hope go out.

That night, I cried in the middle of the road. Yet, I had felt something real — something pure and untouched by the world’s indifference. For the first time in years, I felt, I understood something, the truth.

When I finally decided to head home, it was already late. The streets were quiet, wrapped in a blanket of stillness. I wiped my face and removed my glasses, which had become fogged and wet with tears.

The traffic light ahead turned green, and people began to move forward. I stood frozen for a moment, lost in thought, then hurried to follow. But by the time I stepped off the curb, the light had already turned red again.

Suddenly, headlights pierced through the night — bright, blinding, and fast. The world seemed to slow, everything fading into a blur of sound and light.

There was no time to react.

And then… silence. A few voices called out. Footsteps rushed toward me. Everything else faded.

It might sound strange, but in that fleeting moment, my thoughts drifted to him — the boy from Throne of Flower.

He never got his happy ending either.

Perhaps now…we both died in the end.

How do you feel when your favourite character dies in a story?

Options:

A) Heartbroken, can’t stop thinking about them.

B) Sad at first, but accept it as part of the story.

C) Angry or frustrated—they didn’t deserve it!

D) I’m used to it; it happens in stories.

"Your turn, my dear readers! Tell me how you feel in the comments below."