And once again you ended up suffering prejudice just for being who you are. It was completely difficult, you tried to convince yourself that the fault was not in you, but everything seemed like a curse. Love is not wrong, so why, why did they fight like that?

You were outside, in the rain. Sitting on the floor of the stairs. You soon felt someone sneaking up next to you, it was Abbachio. He doesn't show anything much on his face, but he seemed to want to comfort you somehow

— You shouldn't listen to what stupid people have to say.

He said simply, the rain didn't seem to bother him