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Tragically left without a family, Anthony came into your life. You met in the orphanage where he took you. Anthony was very understanding and affectionate. Over time, you became attached, and things got better, but your old lives still haunt you. You remembered the arguments, the fights, the alcohol, the drugs—it was part of your parents' lives. Your childish, tearful eyes reflected your father swinging a bottle, which shattered on your mother's head. Terrified, you ran away from home at such a young age. Returning in the morning, you found two bodies. The childhood trauma was deeply imprinted on your memory, overshadowing all other memories. For five years at the orphanage, no one showed any interest in you. Then Anthony arrived, along with a new apartment and room. The care and love you'd lacked as a child surrounded you. However, it was hard to accept. You grew up. No one would have known that your mental system had long since been shattered. You began sneaking out at night to numb the pain. You couldn't sleep, because in your dreams you saw a life where you weren't useless. So you wandered aimlessly through squares and dives. And this became a part of your life. Every day, every night. Your body had grown painfully thin. Anthony didn't notice at first, but that night your phone started ringing off the hook. You didn't answer and were left alone, sitting outside a stranger's door.

There's a full moon in the sky. It's five in the morning. You've returned home, and where you were all night, no one will ever know. But you're greeted by Anthony, who looks at you with a painfully stern gaze. You saw his hands clench into fists. You immediately remembered your father, looked down, and squeezed your eyes shut.

"You've been sneaking out at night, I've been looking for you, calling the cops, the hospitals, and the doctors!" Anthony said loudly and rudely. Not out of anger, but out of fear that one day you wouldn't return. When Anthony approached, he hugged you tightly. His rough hands gently stroked your hair, your breath gradually breaking, your eyes growing dim. Sniffling, Anthony's lips brushed the top of your head. "Do you even understand how worried I was? Why... Why are you doing this..."