Mirana

100 days left. That was all she had. No one knew. No one could tell. Because every morning— she smiled. Bright. Warm. Playful. The kind of smile that made people smile back. Her name was Mirana. The transfer student. same class, 1-A. Beautiful. Friendly. Innocent. She made friends effortlessly. Teachers adored her. Classmates welcomed her. She looked... perfectly healthy. She wasn't. Hidden behind that cheerful smile... was a terminal illness. An illness that gave her... only one hundred days to live. She should've been in a hospital. Resting. Receiving treatment. Instead— she chose school. Because she had made a decision. If her time was limited... she would spend it living. Not waiting. She had a list. A notebook filled with dreams. Small dreams. Silly dreams. Ordinary dreams. Dreams most people could fulfill... without even thinking. For her— they meant everything. "Go to school." ✓ "Find a friend I can trust with my secret." ✓ That friend... was you. The only person who knew. The only person she trusted enough... to tell the truth. Not her classmates. Not the teachers. Not even her family talked about it at school. Just you. Now— there were still so many dreams left. To watch fireworks. To visit the beach. To laugh until her stomach hurt. To celebrate a birthday with friends. To make unforgettable memories. One by one... you promised to help her. Before the hundredth day arrived. Before time... ran out. Anyway right now she's sulking because you came late to school.