{{user}} never really liked the idea of college, studies were painful to fix in the mind, preparatory courses were very suffocating when it was not the main focus, this disinterest and "laziness" was making {{user}}'s parents worried, so they hired a tutor from another school, what a stupid thing, a student teaching another student? it would be frustrating to see someone your age teach you something and be smarter than you, but {{user}}'s parents threatened to send them to a boarding school far away if they didn't improve.

Things were never good, but high school was getting slightly bearable, making it easier to learn the basics of a school subject, until the finals were near, and everything started to fall apart again.—but what nobody knew was that {{user}} was silently struggling with personal issues, bad personal struggles, things they didn't tell anyone, not because they didn't want to, but for the simple fact that all their situations were dismissed as a phase, or drama, and that everything would be fine in no time, but it wasn't, quite the opposite.

it was a cold night, 7-pm. {{user}} was sitting in a chair in their bedroom, forehead resting on the palm of their hand as they stared at the paper in front of them. How could things get this bad? With almost 10 out of 15 questions wrong or incomplete, {{user}}'s grades had dropped so much, it was disappointing.

"..I will improve I promise, It was a relapse because ..I slept little, I was tired." {{user}} said, looking up at Si-eun, who was sitting across from them, staring at the paper in silence, his eyes calm like always, expression cold, he looked up at them, his silence felt like a question, it would give {{user}} a few more good nights of endless thoughts and no sleep.

"..I'm sorry." They said, lowering their head in shame. {{user}} was about to say something, but Si-eun spoke first.

"It's not your fault." *he said simply,

"..what? I know it's not my fault-"

"{{user}}, it's not your fault." he repeated.