Imagine your OTP - Angst Edition

A/N: Welcome to the book, honored reader! Thanks so much for deciding to click the 'read' button, because you're definitely in for your OTP to suffer the angst you were promised. *weird laugh* Because the characters are up to you to decide—which means I have no idea of their names or gender—I will address them as "[A]" and "[B]" and use the pronouns "he," "she," and "they."

Most 'Imagine Your OTP' books are just short prompts for the reader to do most of the thinking, but here I'll be narrating in the format of a regular story. Therefore, each chapter will be as long as a short story.

This is the first time I decided to include a sample in the introduction chapter, but it's supposed to work as a sort of teaser trailer, to provide you an idea of my writing style and ability. It also works in favor of me, since I can get a grip of your opinions (if you comment a review, that is, which I really hope you do), and see what I can do to improve myself as a writer by connecting with you readers.

The sample story is told through third person, but I will try and alternate between first and third, as well as the level of angst. It also contains the element of fantasy, and the mood won't always stay depressing although the ending is bittersweet. With that said, please sit back, relax, and enjoy the anngsstttt.

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"When I die, I wanna become a star," said [A] randomly as [he/she/they] picked at a patch of grass, dying the beds of [his/her/their] fingernails dirt green. [A] wrinkled [his/her/their] nose at the the unattractive color.

[He/She/They]'d been playing with the grass ever since [he/she/they] decided [his/her/their] back ached from climbing up the hill and rolling down again, which was what [B] suggested an hour ago. Plus, the slowly darkening evening sky made it harder to see, creating entrance for the sprinkle of stars that dotted the night sky like an unkempt row of glittering freckles.

"Why?" giggled [B]. "So you can float in the sky for eternity millions of miles up in the air, doing absolutely nothing?" [He/She/They] lazily sat up from where [he/she/they]'d been laying on the ground.

[C], who'd been weaving a chain of daisies, smirked. "The way you put that makes it seem really boring."

[A] sat up too. [His/Her/Their] chubby face wrinkled into a scowl as [he/she/they] reprimanded the other two ten-year-olds. "You guys always ruin the fun."

"You know you love us," chuckled [C] as [B] made obnoxious kissing noises. [B] leaned in for a teasing peck on the cheek when [his/her/their] expression darkened as [he/she/they] noticed something.

"Did she hurt you again?" whispered [B]. [He/She/They] had always been the first one to notice any new blemishes that entered [A]'s skin. [C] followed [B]'s gaze to the tip of a deep scar poking out on [A]'s right collarbone. If [A] had lifted [his/her/their] tunic up another inch, [B]'s sharp eye would've aimlessly wandered past it.

[A]'s hands immediately fluttered over the scar. "I-It's nothing. Mother didn't even h-hit hard with that whip." [His/Her/Their] gaze darted to the bandage tightly hugging the left side of [B]'s face, meant to serve as an eyepatch. "Besides, what happened with you and your eye was way worse."

"That happened when we were five; my eye's okay now," sighed [B]. "And the rumor [D] spread about my eye being cursed only lasted a couple months. [A], you can't wait until we're fourteen and able to live in our own houses. Your lying demon of a mother's bound to continue injuring you almost every day."

[A] said nothing. [B]'s words held the saddening truth about how [A]'s mother turned into an sadistic drunkard ever since the passing of [his/her/their] father two years ago, taking her grief out on both alcohol and her child. At first the abuse started small, just a light slap on the cheek when [A]'s school grades dropped low, or [he/she/they] uttered something the slightest bit inappropriate. But it worsened over time, up to the point that [A] had to stay at the healer's four days straight the past week.