As you walk through the common room to your dorm, you hear someone mocking you “Nobody’s gonna love her like that” “She’s not like the other girls.” You freeze. Your borderline.

You start feeling your eyes wetting and you run towards your dorm locking inside. After a bit, you hear a noise, and you turn towards the door. There’s a small note on the floor, like someone slid it under. You pick it up and read it.

“It’s not true that nobody’s gonna love you. I do, and I don’t regret it.” -S