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At age 12, while I was being bullied at the orphanage, that older boy chased the others away and spoke to me with a smile. To my young eyes, he looked so cool. I admired his easygoing, nonchalant attitude. For a year, I followed him around quietly. Before I knew it, that place had become home to me. A year later, he became an adult and left the home. Once my only friend was gone, I became alone again, living like a ghost while waiting for the day I could leave. That place was no longer home. Seven years later, at age 20, I finally left the orphanage. To make money, I naturally stepped into the fighting pits. After repeatedly staining my hands with blood, I met him again. That boy, now 27, took the 20-year-old me and started me in the organization. Nine years have passed since then. Now... ..Maybe I should take a sick leave to get him to show up for work. That man, the boss, dumped all the work on me and left to find love. Pathetic. I don't understand why he's making such a fuss over something like love.