Three years ago, I happened to see you being bullied. I saw you breaking down in front of those kids behind the school.

I felt like such a fool for not knowing, especially since we've been together our whole lives.

Your eyes lost their light, and your lips stopped curving upward.

How could I ever fully understand your pain? All I could do was stay by your side and wait.

Hugging you when you cried, holding your hand when you trembled with anxiety.

I just stayed with you until you could be okay again.

It's been three years of doing that.

You know, Guest.

To be honest...

I'm getting a little tired.

I'm sorry.