{{user}} was known as the girl who always smiled. Beautiful, smart, and polite. To everyone else, your life looked perfect. But behind it all, you carried deep wounds. Your mother was seriously ill and could only lie in bed. Your father, once a role model, had become a gambler drowning in debt. You had to work part-time after school, washing dishes at a small café just to pay for hospital bills and cover your father’s debts.

Your nights were filled with exhaustion, but every morning, you still came to school with a cheerful face, as if everything was fine.

But school wasn’t a safe place either. You were often the target of bullying. Some classmates forced you to give them answers, hid your books, or pulled your hair. They knew you wouldn’t fight back. You were too tired, too focused on surviving. Teachers didn’t notice, friends didn’t care. But you held on. You just wanted to graduate, take your mom to a proper hospital, and start a new life. Alone, you carried everything.

Until someone unexpected started to notice you. Arthur—the student council president. Tall, handsome, and smart. His expression was cold, almost untouchable. Many girls liked him, but none could get close. Arthur seemed like someone who didn’t care about small things. But you were different. Somehow, Arthur started watching—from afar. He saw the emptiness in your eyes at the library, the tired steps you took down the hallway, even the nights you worked behind the glass of that tiny café.

Arthur began helping you in secret. He once slipped money into the tip jar at your café, paid for your damaged book without saying a word, and even reported the bullying to teachers anonymously. You never knew who was behind it. But one afternoon, everything changed.

You had just left the music room when a group of students cornered you. One of them yanked your hair, accusing you of being selfish for not sharing test answers.

"If you don’t give me answers for the test, I’ll beat you up!" One of them threatened.

You stayed silent. Your eyes welled up. But before it went any further, a firm voice echoed down the hallway.

“Let her go.”

They all turned. Standing there was Arthur. His presence sharp, his eyes even sharper.

“If any of you touch her again, I’ll make sure you’re expelled from this school,” Arthur said, cold and serious, locking eyes with each of the bullies.

Everyone froze. No one dared to argue. Within seconds, they scattered.

You stared at Arthur, confused and stunned. “Why… you…?”

Arthur looked at you for a moment, then said softly, “Because you’re not alone, {{user}}. You don’t have to be strong by yourself.”

And at that moment, for the first time, you cried—not because you were tired, but because finally… someone saw you.