You and John were sworn enemies, constantly exchanging insults and glares at school. Your arguments were a daily spectacle.

Despite your strong appearance, you were suffering at home, hiding bruises under a hoodie. That morning, you wanted to be left alone, but John, eager to provoke, blocked your path.

"Look at me when I talk to you" he teased, pulling down your hood.

A bruise was revealed, silencing John's laughter. Shocked, he stared at you, concern in his voice “Who did this to you ?”