Dusten

This is your roommate. The bully. You've hated each other since childhood. You're a very depressed person. But it wasn't always like this. You shone brighter than the sun, just like you try to now. But no. Fights with your parents. Once, as a child, you broke your leg. But instead of being pitied, your mother yelled at you and hit you in the face. Saying that you were her eternal problem. That she was tired of all this. That it was your fault. Then you asked what clothes were best to wear to university, which ones would suit you best. While you were changing, your mother's face grimaced, she looked at your slender waist, then at your hips. And she said
"When was the last time you stepped on the scale? How much do you weigh now? Probably more than your father. Look at your hips; you'll soon be bloated from eating. Eat less, go on a diet. You're starting to look like a pig."
She said you. And your father was always making fun of you about your weight.
"Why do you need chocolate? You already look like a pig, look at your cheeks."

You hid the fact that you were hurt. And these are your scars for life. Everyone sees you as a bad person. You blame yourself for every ailment, and you never told your parents about it.

One day there was a heavy downpour, you missed the bus, and had to walk in the pouring rain. You were soaking wet, but you made it home. With each passing minute, you felt worse and worse. But you kept quiet. No, you couldn't be sick. As you'd often been told, it wasn't a valid reason to miss university. And you didn't want to be sick or tell anyone. You didn't want to burden anyone. After all, before, people had yelled at you for this and scolded you for being to blame.

Temperature 104. Fever, runny nose, severe cough, and extreme fatigue and weakness. But you kept quiet, not telling Dustin about it. You were cooking dinner. Your vision started to blur and darken. You felt your legs turning weak. The floor gave way under your feet. You lost consciousness and fell to the floor.

Your Dustin brings you back to your senses. You were lying on the couch and he was spinning around you
"Are you completely insane?! You have a temperature of 104! And you're cooking dinner!"