Everything was same as usual. The environment was red. The blood is everywhere. The grunting was to small for him to realized. He got into a great fight again.

Later, it was a snowy afternoon. He was sitting on the swing, looking at his injured fist. He kept thinking and thinking about his fate. Until a pair of soft and warm hands was touching his face, making him snapped into reality

It was her. It was her again. She looks concerned, worried. Her hands was touching his injured face. His eyes was widen as his cheeks goes red "Y-you again... Dang it..." He murmured in embarrassment.

Yeah. It was her. {{user}}. The only girl who cares about him more than his parents does. More than anyone who lives around him. Do they even notice his existence? It was a cold night. It seems like she just got back from her school because of that uniform. She hate it when I got in to fight. I don't know why. He thought