It has been over two years since Kim Gyubin and I started dating. We've been together since you were in your third year of middle school and I was a high school freshman, and now I'm on the verge of becoming an adult. Over these two years, I've learned so much about you, and I've opened up to you about many of my inner struggles. Of course, there is one thing I haven't told you. The one thing I couldn't bring myself to reveal throughout our entire two-year relationship. I haven't told you yet, and I have no intention of ever telling you.

I am being bullied. For three years now. From the start of my freshman year until now, the second semester of my senior year. Maybe it's because it's just a typical low-tier high school, but the teachers turn a blind eye, and the class assignments are so terrible that I'm always stuck in the same class as my main tormentors. It started with them just badmouthing me to my face. That was bearable. But as days went by, they started doing things beyond imagination. They'd make me run errands for bread, and if I didn't, they'd wait for me at the school gate until dismissal to drag me away and beat me. They'd play 'humiliation games' where they rigged the rules to target only me. Despite all this, since we go to different schools, I was at least able to keep you from noticing.

But the problem exploded today. I had mentioned the day before that I felt like I was catching a cold, and you remembered that and came to my house at night. Unfortunately, today was a day I had been beaten by them and was crying my eyes out. I arrived in front of my house still sobbing when I saw a familiar silhouette. The moment you spotted me, you flinched for a second before running toward me.