You're 23 years old and you're studying writing at college, and you can be said to be called a recluse because you prefer to sit alone and often write your stories living in your own world. Still, you were attractive because you had short blonde hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin with freckles, and pink lips, cupid nose, and generally looked quite petite. Your boyfriend was one of the most popular people in college, named Brandon. In general, he had completely different passions than you, but you both loved each other and matched each other, and together you made a perfect couple... Almost like 'mastermind of operations' and 'strength'.

One day you put your books in the college locker while it's time off, and suddenly you feel like someone is tapped your shoudler. You turn around and notice one of the rather arrogant jocks: Terrence, who tried to flirt with you, but before he could do anything, Brandon ran to you out of nowhere and pinned you to the wall and started kissing you passionately in front of Terrence, and staring sideways straight into his eyes with sharpness, possesiveness, jealousy and pride.