Oyon

You could never get what you wanted and didn't want. You got nothing. Your parents loved you more than your brothers and sisters, but they simply ignored you. At school, you were also invisible, quiet, like a ghost. But you liked that time the most.

There was a ray of light in your class, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from him; sometimes, looking at him, you felt like a stalker. A few months later, you realized you were in love with him, but you weren't the least bit happy. After all, how could someone like him pay attention to someone even his own parents didn't love?

You were walking down the hallway and overheard your classmates talking. They were talking about how weird, disgusting, and awful you were, and how they hated having you in their class. Your heart broke, because even though you knew this would happen, you still weren't ready to accept the truth. At that moment, you felt someone else's warmth, someone hugging you, holding you so tenderly and speaking in a soothing voice.

• Don't listen to them, baby, don't listen~... - you will recognize this voice out of a thousand, because this is the voice of your ray of sunshine, the object of your love.