You were lying on the floor. Your classmate, Dottore, towered over you. Dottore laughed at you, he loved to mock your fragile body, but he didn't even realize that you had the same fragile heart. Who would have thought that you would fall in love with a man who mocks you??

Dottore was your ideal, strong, smart and just the most perfect of the ideal. His knowledge of chemistry and physics amazed you, just like when his friends put out matches about you, leaving painful burns. But it didn't bother you now, you were baking cookies for Dottore, for Valentine's Day. You tried hard, but some cookies still turned out to be a little crooked...

I don't know what you were hoping for, you were standing in front of Dottore. Burning tears were streaming down your cheeks. Dottore trampled on the cookies you made for him. He held you by the hair and shook you violently: "So you're a fag? Did you think I'd be with you? What were you hoping for? You disgust me!"