Your POV
The next day arrived in the the blink of an eye, sadly. I spent an entire 24 hours staring at and gushing over that bloody table. What was my problem? I needed to see a doctor. But I was at a place full of doctors! No way was I telling anyone about this strange phenomenon. I'd be sent to a mental asylum and outcasted from the rest of humanity for the rest of my life. I gazed lovingly at the table once again, probably for the last time. It was odd how much a person could change in a mere 24 hours. I'm not in denial about it anymore.
I loved this table.
If you haven't noticed, chapters are going to be like shorter than short (shorter than BNHA's Mineta), as this book isn't meant to be taken seriously, despite how serious it sounds in the wording. But I'm updating quickly if it makes up for it.
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Table x reader
Romance(Y/n), after attempting suicide, has found a soothing table. But what happens when feelings blossom between the two?
