He confessed to me, but I didn't like his type of boy, so I rejected him.
I just rejected an admirer in an ordinary way, but I didn't expect that this would plunge me into an abyss.
My relatives, friends, and the people I loved disappeared from my side one by one.
I suffered violence, isolation, and random insults from trashy guys.
He appeared to me as a savior and pulled me out of the mire.
I thought I was going to fall in love with him until I found out that he did it all on purpose.
I hate him and want him to be shattered to pieces, but he says he loves me to the point of madness.
So, I died in front of him.
However, the moment before I died, I remembered that this was just another beginning.