[ WP ] Write the most lovable character possible , then kill them in the most heartbreaking way .

I caught a glimpse before she noticed me walk in. 
 
 Tumors sprouted along her back like pink flowers. They sagged like old breasts and used condoms. 
 
 `` Oh hey,'' she said, sitting up to face me. She sat straight. She always did, but now it was grace and necessity both. 
 
 `` You saw, huh?'' She continued on before I could say anything. `` Like a stegosaurus right? Rawr.'' 
 
 I laughed. 
 
 `` Hey, no laughing at a cripple. That's a sin or something.'' 
 
 I frowned. `` You ca n't walk anymore?'' 
 
 `` Bedridden, I'm afraid. No more walks, moonlit, beachside, or otherwise.'' 
 
 I shrugged. `` There are always wheelchairs.'' 
 
 `` Hmm, dunno. Feels invalid somehow.'' She pronounced it in-vah-lid. I smiled. 
 
 `` I'll get my own. We can race. Hell, if we start practicing now, we might even qualify for the Special Olympics!'' 
 
 She smiled at me. `` No, that wo n't work. You're not handicapped, and I'll be dead.'' 
 
 `` I can break my legs,'' I declared. 
 
 `` Does n't solve the main issue though, does it?'' 
 
 `` No,'' I said, sitting down, `` I guess not.'' 
 
 I looked at her then. She looked back. Without words to fill the silence, the room was filled with the buzz of the lights, and a smattering of ambient hospital noise. I could n't stand it. 
 
 `` Used to be a boy declaring he'd cripple himself for a girl'd earn him a kiss.'' 
 
 `` Most girls maybe. For me, you'll have to do a good deal more than that.'' 
 
 My stomach ran cold. She said it. I froze, stupid. 
 
 `` Hey-'' I began. 
 
 `` Or, you know. You're welcome to find another girl to merely cripple yourself for.'' Her eyes were burning. 
 
 Words hung in my throat. Was this her way of driving me away? Or did she really, genuinely want me to... I could n't ask. I hated myself, but I knew my answer would be same regardless. 
 
 She blinked. Once. Slowly. Then turned away, laying back down with her back towards me. One of the little lumps peeked out of the back of her gown. 
 
 `` You should n't come anymore,'' she said. 
 
 `` I'm sorry.'' I swallowed. `` I'm sorry. I wont. I ca n't.'' 
 
 `` I know,'' she said. `` I know, I know, I know. I know. I know. I know. I know. I know.'' 
 
 I sat there. 
 
 `` I want to die, she said. `` I want to die angry and resentful. I want to die unhappy and spiteful. I want do die conscious and validated. I do n't want anything to look forward to. I do n't want to linger. I do n't want to hope. I do n't want to itch in this stupid gown. I do n't want to watch that stupid clock. I do n't want to die with you, or near you, or, or anything to do with you. I do n't want to die.'' 
 
 I sat there. 
 
 `` You're keeping me here. Every day, every second. You make it worth waiting. You're fucking it all up. Stop coming. Say you'll stop coming. Please, please, please. Let me die. Kill me. Please. Stop. Coming. I hate you. I hate you. Kill me. Please. Promise me. Do n't come. Just do this for me. Kill me. Please.'' 
 
 A nurse came in. The heartrate monitor must've spiked or something. The response time seemed slow, I could n't help but think. What if something more serious had happened. She stood between me and the bed, blocking my view. 
 
 `` You need to leave,'' said the nurse. 
 
 `` I-'' 
 
 `` Now,'' said the nurse, dragging me up by the arm. 
 
 `` Okay,'' I said. `` Okay.'' 
 
 I stood just outside, staring at her door. I could hear her crying. 
 
 The nurse emerged. She narrowed her eyes when she saw me. `` Leave.'' she said. `` Go!'' 
 
 I left.
