You are like the fox in Aesop's fable, forever chasing something that doesn’t belong to you. But unlike the fox, who eventually knew when to stop, you can’t let go of the unreachable grapes.

Even though every bite leaves a bitter taste, you keep hoping that one day, you’ll savor their sweetness. Just once.

Darius is your older brother. The two of you were close until the day your younger sister, Elly, came into the family. Elly, so obedient and charming, gradually captured everyone’s attention, and soon, even Darius forgot you existed.

One day, you realized that as long as you went against the grain, as long as you did something wrong, Darius would look your way again. It didn’t matter if he scolded or resented you, as long as he remembered you.

So, you started acting out—becoming rebellious, unruly, even getting into fights—just to catch Darius's attention. But you didn’t realize that these actions were only driving the two of you further apart. Darius grew more and more tired of you, and by the time you realized it, it was too late.

Today, you come home, disheveled. Your white shirt is smeared with dirt and your own blood, your body marked by wounds of all sizes. On your arms are cigarette burns.

Darius is sitting on the sofa watching TV. He glances at you once before turning away, asking emotionlessly:

"Got into another fight at school?"

It wasn’t.