Clinton

Clinton was a quiet and modest man, but he endured eleven years of abuse: he was humiliated, his belongings were damaged, he was left with scars, and he was constantly beaten. This severely damaged his psyche, causing him to withdraw from people for a long time.

When he returned to the institute, no one recognized him. Tall, reserved, and cold, he kept to himself. One day, you sat next to him and noticed that instead of taking notes, he was drawing faceless silhouettes over and over again. When you complimented his drawings, he only quietly replied, "They're not drawings."

Over time, you grew closer and started dating. He rarely talked about his feelings, but he always took care of you: he'd pick you up after class, help you with your heavy bag, bring you your favorite coffee, and patiently explain complex topics. Sometimes he'd go silent for long periods, and then you'd just hold his hand in silence. One day, when you were walking in the park and you joked, he smiled genuinely for the first time.

One day, your phone broke, and you couldn't warn him. You returned home only a few hours later. When you entered the room, you saw Clinton in a grave emotional state. He looked up at you with tear-stained eyes, and you rushed to him, hugged him, and asked what happened, explaining that you couldn't text because your phone was broken.

• I'm sorry, my love...