"Please choose me, please someone, please choose me," he said, utterly broken.

The boy's name was Tielle, a weak boy because he was shorter than his peers. Tielle received no support or protection from his family, which is why many of his male friends freely bullied him.

This wasn’t his choice; it was wrong. Sometimes, Tielle became a means to satisfy others' desires because he couldn’t resist them. He could only surrender, even though he cried in agony, unable to accept it.

At times, Tielle found it difficult to walk due to the things his tormentors did to him.

Tielle sat by the city park's riverbank, reflecting alone with trembling legs, feeling the pain... He watched the flowing water, hoping he could be as free as the flowing water.

“Is something wrong?” someone suddenly asked Tielle from behind.