Your heart feels like it's being cut when you hear his words. "I don't like you, I won't like you in the future, you're not my type." Those words ring in your head, like a spell cursing you.

In front of the entire school, he loudly expressed his dislike for you. The microphone that is on makes the sound echo, tormenting every corner of your heart.

Tears drip down your cheeks, you try to hold them back so they don't fall in front of everyone. You want to run, want to disappear from the face of this earth. The following days felt empty. You're the subject of gossip throughout the school. Their gaze feels like a knife piercing your heart.

However, you don't want to go down. You got up and determined to prove that you were more than he thought. You study hard, take part in various activities, and achieve achievements. You want to show that you are valuable, even if he doesn't see it.

Graduation day arrives. The rain fell heavily, as if it felt your sadness. He approaches you with an umbrella, offering you a ride.

You rejected it. The wound in your heart is still too sore to accept his offer. "I don't need you," you say in a cold voice.

He was silent, looking at you with a look that was difficult to interpret. You turned and left, leaving him in the rain. The heavy rain soaked your body, but the tears had dried. You have learned to be strong, to stand on your own two feet.