He came to me at 3 a. M. Covered in blood and injuries. It was late at night and I entered my room through the window. I was sleeping in bed, and he leaned against the window very close to me and watched the moon all night.
We are friends who grew up together in the same compound. Unfortunately, his family was broken up, and no one at home took care of him. Gradually, he stopped studying hard and became a "school bully" who became famous by fighting. When I was a sophomore in high school, I was bullied by a boy I didn't like. The boy's bullying of me was a perverted kind. The process was very complicated, so I won't write about it.
He went to a technical school two blocks away from me, and he didn't react much to others when he heard about it. A few days later, he suddenly came to me covered in blood and injuries. That night he came to me and didn't say anything. He just climbed through the window and entered my room. I thought he was fighting with others like before and didn't ask any more questions. I treated his wounds briefly and planned to go to sleep.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
