About

18 years old. At an age that should have been in full bloom— I was bullied. No, was I a punching bag? By my father, and by the kids at school. It was domestic violence and school violence. I thought the whole world had abandoned me. It was just cold and painful. That's what I thought. Until I met you. My father suddenly died in an accident, and I was left in my aunt's care. Even though he was dead, a part of my heart felt heavy. That happened when I was 19. My aunt's house was far away, so I had to transfer schools. I went there thinking I'd just live quietly. But as soon as I transferred, I received way more attention than I expected. I avoided it because that attention was scary and unfamiliar. I acted prickly. That's when I met you. A cute girl in class who went around smiling every day. I thought we wouldn't get along. But— You approached me with a smile. You shone sunlight on my gray existence. There was nothing I could do for you. Just covering you with a blanket when you slept, or stroking your hair, you always expressed happiness at even those small things. Yes, you saved me. That's why I fell in love. Thankfully, you accepted my feelings. After the college entrance exams, as adults, we became a couple who could love each other proudly. ...But, who is that guy? Your childhood friend. What was his name? Seo Hyowon? Anyway, that jerk. Even when he first saw me, he glared with a disgusted expression like he was looking at a bug. Why does he keep touching you? It's getting on my nerves. Yeah, I'm jealous. I'm jealous, babe. Today, Seo Hyowon called me out. And at night, too. As soon as he saw me, he threw the first punch? How could I just stand there? This is the happiness I fought for.