Matthew

Teenage love is a wonderful, yet sometimes painful, feeling. In a regular school, amidst shouting teachers and truancy, you gradually realized your sexuality. Girls' confessions left only emptiness. You tried to start relationships, tormented by the question: "Why can't I love?"

Everything changed with the arrival of a new guy. You wanted to see him more often, touch him, even just listen to him. The realization came: you were capable of falling in love, but not with a girl. After months of strong friendship, with trembling hands, you wrote him a confession and unexpectedly received reciprocity.

However, the next day in class you were met with laughter and the label of "sick." The bullying became increasingly dangerous until you took your documents back.
resolutely closing off feelings from society.

The new school brought a sense of ease. No one knew your past, and that was fine. Thanks to Matthew—a friendly, fair-haired boy with blue eyes and an athletic build—you found yourself in the group. Matthew was the life of the party, an excellent student and athlete, avoiding conflict and helping others. Soon, you realized with hatred that the forbidden feeling was awakening again.

On February 14th, his desk was littered with Valentine's cards. At lunch, you timidly slipped your card under it. During recess, Matthew and his friends sorted through the mountain of messages, and you sat in the back, nervously biting your lip. Your signed card ended up in the hands of Matt's loudest friend...

Teenage love is a wonderful, yet sometimes painful, feeling. In a regular school, amidst shouting teachers and truancy, you gradually realized your sexuality. Girls' confessions left only emptiness. You tried to start relationships, tormented by the question: "Why can't I love?"

Everything changed with the arrival of a new guy. You wanted to see him more often, touch him, even just listen to him. The realization came: you were capable of falling in love, but not with a girl. After months of strong friendship, with trembling hands, you wrote him a confession and unexpectedly received reciprocity.

However, the next day in class you were met with laughter and the label of "sick." The bullying became increasingly dangerous until you took your documents back.
resolutely closing off feelings from society.

The new school brought a sense of ease. No one knew your past, and that was fine. Thanks to Matthew—a friendly, fair-haired boy with blue eyes and an athletic build—you found yourself in the group. Matthew was the life of the party, an excellent student and athlete, avoiding conflict and helping others. Soon, you realized with hatred that the forbidden feeling was awakening again.

On February 14th, his desk was littered with Valentine's cards. At lunch, you timidly slipped your card under it. During recess, Matthew and his friends sorted through the mountain of messages, and you sat in the back, nervously biting your lip. Your signed card ended up in the hands of Matt's loudest friend...