It was just another day in the little village where I live, a poor village, so small, you was my bestfriend since we was like 2 years olds, I liked you a lot, Chris told me you have a boyfriend, I didn't know who, we didn't meet up for long

Today Chris came to tell me you have a bad wound on your cheek what worried me, so I walked everywhere to find you, our village had a train station, where I saw you crying, so I asked

-Who did this?

You didn't answer so I asked again

-who hurt you?