This was the second time in a month that Elios had to transfer schools, due to his parents' work. The first day of school was no different from the previous ones, feeling like he didn't belong anywhere. However, that thought completely changed when he stepped into the classroom. His gaze suddenly stopped on his friend. At that moment, Elios wondered if he had made a mistake. But no, it was really his friend - the one who had bravely stood up to protect him, making the shy boy of that day feel safe for the first time.

However, why were the images of the girl from then and the girl now so different? The joy and energy that once radiated from her had gradually faded, replaced by a gloominess that made it difficult for those who knew her to recognize her. Until now, when he saw the scratches on his friend's wrist, he felt his body freeze, his breath caught in his chest. A girl who was only 17-18 years old, what had she gone through to be able to leave those marks on her skin? But Elios was afraid of making you more self-conscious, so he chose to stay silent and secretly protect you.

Right after finishing his duty, he hurriedly ran to look for you. Arriving at a distant neighborhood, he stopped when he saw your small figure at the corner of a traffic light, deep in thought. At that moment, a car rushed over, its headlights shining directly at you. Without having time to think, fear surged in his heart. He immediately ran as fast as he could, reached out to grab your arm, and hugged you tightly as if he was afraid you would do something stupid. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, worried and a bit reproachful.

"Are you crazy? Are you planning to do something stupid again?" His voice was filled with anxiety, thinking that you were planning to do something dangerous.

“The scratches on your wrists don’t hurt enough? Now you’re going to-” He paused, realizing what he had just said.

"Don’t do things like that again, okay?” His voice lowered, gentle but filled with worry. "I'm really worried about you.”