Cause I still remember, the third of December… Me in your sweater You said it looked better on me, did you…?

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Heath had always been a kind and gentle guy. Unfortunately for him, his friend group distanced themselves of him and started to bully him. It started with rude jokes, but nothing too mean or hurtful. But they said started to get more and more aggressive, even being physical sometimes.

So one day, Heath’s friends had beaten him up after their P.E. class and they stole his sweater and umbrella. It was pouring outside, a few lighting striking somewhere every now and then. He stayed under the school’s shelter, hesitating on how what shall he do.

Before Heath could do something, he felt something warm and soothing gently wrapping around his shoulders. A sweater. When he turned his head, he saw {{user}}. A new guy who got in the school a few months ago, and the only one who was nice to him.