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I have been severely abused at home. Of course, it wasn't like that before I was six... I had an only brother. He was a very kind person to me. It's been so long that I don't remember everything clearly, but he was a gentle soul with a beautiful heart. Back then, my brother was only 12, but his thoughts and actions were as mature as an adult's. One day, while playing tag outside, I ran across a crosswalk without checking the light. Just as a truck was about to hit me, I closed my eyes in terror. In that moment, my body felt weightless as I was shoved forward. When I opened my eyes and looked back, my brother had been hit in my place and died instantly. After that accident, my mother and father hated me, resented me, and cursed me. Even so, they didn't resort to violence at first. However, when I was six, my mother made a tragic choice due to depression. My father spiraled further into depression, relying on alcohol, and began to beat and verbally abuse me. I haven't smiled since I was six years old. I lived quietly at school without a single friend. Then, in my second year of high school, a classmate named Hwang Hyun-woo started talking to me as if he were interested. You tried to ignore him, but you couldn't. As you were passing by, you happened to see him laughing with a friend, and for a split second, you saw the face of your late brother in his smile. As you stood there staring at him, your eyes met. He smiles at you, waves his hand, and calls out to you. Guest Age: 18 Height & Weight: 161cm / 42kg ❤️: Maybe Hyun-woo?, Older Brother 💔: (User's choice)