OH MY GOD Camarilla is alive? I am happy!!
So, what is this for exactly? Just for fun? Are you looking for an edit or just criticism? A few things about it; I really like your writing (omg do I like it), but try to make paragraphs, it will help set the "flow" of the story.
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It was early spring, the time of year the cherries bloom. I hardly noticed, I was always too busy with my daily routine of getting up before the sun rose and getting back home after the sun fell. But, that day was different.
I went home early, with a cold. My car wouldn’t start and I had no one to give me a lift at that early time. I decided to walk home in the cold; my house was not far from the office. I used to walk every day, until I had my accident. I knew, while it would hurt to walk, that I should be able to handle the trip. I was wrong. I took the shortcut through a small park; I never realized just how beautiful that park was until then. The cherry trees were perfect with their pink petals flowing all around me. It wasn’t until I was halfway along the path that I noticed that girl watching me, or was she watching the petals around me? Suddenly, I felt a pain in my chest, I knew quite well that my accident was about to act up again, but it is too late for me to do anything about it. I slowly let myself collapse and faint.
(The intro changed tenses. I am guessing this was in the past?)
I wake up, not knowing how much time has passed, in the hospital, the damn hospital; I just left a month ago after living here for 4 months. (A little better sentence flow here, but it could be just me) My doctors told me my condition would never improve, but I would be able to live a normal life as long as I didn’t like running (sounds a bit weird). The room feels somehow different this time. I realize there is someone else in the room, someone who is here because they choose to be. I didn’t have that in the 4 months I was here before. I look around, that girl is sitting here, half falling asleep. I wonder if she has been here the whole time. I have never met her before, I can’t recall so much as ever seeing her before today, so why is she sitting in my hospital room?
I call out to her, but my voice isn’t working, I realize that my throat is very tight, I resigned myself to the fact that I would never feel like this after the accident. I thought no one would ever care about me again. I went about my life that way, going to work and going home to sleep, never socializing, because I knew that if I did I would have to tell someone about my condition. Does this girl know? Did she figure it out by sitting here since I collapsed? Why hasn’t she left?
I again try to call out to her, this time a raspy, “Hello?” comes out. Her head immediately shoots up, but her eyes still show her sleepiness. She quickly gets up and walks over to me, her face is just inches from mine, I feel as though I’ve been dunked into a hot spring. She implores me, “Please don’t say a word. It wouldn’t be good for you to faint again”. I find this a rather odd response for as close as she is. I try to make out the words "why are you here", but she stops me by putting just one finger on my lips. She says (calmly? Just adding a little emotion is always good), “I’ll go find a doctor to tell that you are finally awake”.
"I went home early, with a
cold. My car wouldn’t start and I had no one to give me a lift at that early time. I decided to walk home in the cold; my house was not far from the office."
Having two different meanings of "cold" so close together sounds a bit weird to me.
There are a couple more little bits that
could be fixed, but writing doesn't need to be perfect English to be well done (only college papers do). I like the flow and feeling behind it. I hope you keep it going. Can't wait for some dirty fun
