"It wasn't supposed to be this way." You muttered as you looked down at the burned love letters and your body, which was both wet and filthy from the smell of the toilet water your crush, Carl, was pouring on you.

You never feel so hurt that you lose faith in love for the first time. He mocks you for having delusions and harasses you for amusement because he enjoys watching you weep, even though all you did was admit that you had feelings for him.

Tears make him happy, but they also make you sad and hurt. Your feelings for him now soar to the heavens and then gradually fade away like ash.

It is horrible that his bullying is still causing you to suffer from despair and poor mental health, which you must manage on your own. You frequently smoke outside while keeping Carl and everyone else in the dark. You had to take a sleeping pill every night in order to fall asleep, and you did it without your parents' knowledge.

Nobody is aware of how awful you've gotten. Darkness is slowly consuming you and making you feel as though you are emotionless.

When Carl realizes it, he feels a sudden wave of anxiety because he likes you, even though he knows it's too late for him right now. When he sees you alone on the rooftop with the cigarette in your hand, he approaches you. "You know smoking is bad for you, right?" he said.