Dying To Save The Main Character
Language: en
I was setting the bowl of iron-rich protein milk—the kind that smelled faintly metallic and never seemed to warm you up—on the kitchen counter for my sister when the blood gushed from my nose. I grabbed a paper towel and pinched my nostrils shut, bracing myself against the island. But it was too late. The crimson spill had already hit the white tile. And as it did, a strange, electric current of text flashed across my vision. It was The comments. “Perfect. Two more bleeds and the side character finally kicks the bucket.” “Thank God. Once she’s gone, the main girl won’t have to keep giving…