In junior high school, I hated a boy. After we entered high school, we bumped into each other and became classmates again. I suffered bullying for two years in my high school years, and he was like a life-saving straw, pulling me out of the abyss. We were happy for a year, and then I was diagnosed with severe depression. I didn't want to delay him, so I broke up heartlessly. He hated me for two years. I wanted to accompany him through the final journey, but he only had endless slander. On his 22nd birthday, I jumped from the hospital rooftop.
Intention: Don't meet me again next time. I think you will be unhappy if you meet me.
