On the first day of school, I offended the goddess of the entire campus. She was a cool, aloof beauty in black stockings, yet in physics class she pointed at me and said, “He is the most unique speck of dust in the universe.” From then on, my water bottle was always filled with hot water, and her initials were carved into my desk. At the graduation party, she cut off her long hair and tied it around my wrist. “Everyone at school knows you belong to me now.” Later, I opened her diary. Every page was filled with photos of me. “Your ordinariness fascinates me. I sculpted you with my own hands into someone who belongs only to me.”
