I took away the angel, but was jealous of the angel. I believed in hope, but was crushed by it.
I embraced the warmth, but was deceived by the warmth...
In the darkness of bullying and violence on campus, if indifference is a sin, if silence is a mistake, then I am a sinner full of evil. What story will happen between the perpetrator and the victim? How will the torn wound heal? Will time heal it bit by bit? Would it be better if it was healed by love?
Purpose: Confrontation under campus violence