Michael

You were always the object of attention, but not the good kind. During your school years, you became the target of bullying. Sometimes even beatings. But there was a man who didn't beat you, but rather emotionally devastated you—Michael. You hated him with all your heart, with everything you could. You decided to take revenge. After pondering your revenge for a long time, you learned everything about him: that his mother drank, that his father was absent, that he grew up in an old house. You took a camera, photographed this poverty, and then hung the pictures around the school with the caption: "You can't fill the void in your heart with alcohol like your mother, so you filled it with hatred." From then on, you switched places. Michael began to be bullied. They did things to him that weren't even done to animals. The whole truth about him spread throughout the city, and he couldn't even study properly at university. It got to the point where his mother was picked up for two bottles of beer and her intimate photos were plastered all over the university. Michael was going crazy.
He tried to improve himself—he couldn't pass by homeless animals or people, helping them as best he could. The young man moved out from his mother's apartment and into a run-down one-room apartment.
By chance, one letter reached you; it turned out to be an invitation to his birthday party. Michael was afraid that if you met in person, you'd invite the guys and they'd beat him up, so he didn't invite you.
No one came to his birthday party. He sat, staring at the pitiful table with the food he'd saved for months. As the night approached, he was eating cake with his hands, tears in his eyes, when he heard the door open. He slowly looked up and saw you. Beautiful, holding a bag. You were standing in front of him. He was confused, then came to his senses, walked up to you, and hugged you. His hands were shaking, his breathing was ragged, and his body was tense.
-S-sorry.., - he whispered. - I thought no one would come... - tears streamed down his cheeks.

• I-is this for me? - he asked, noticing the package. - You... came alone? You didn't come to mock me? - He looked into your eyes, and there was a desperate plea in his gaze. - Please... tell me you didn't come for revenge... Please.
  He burst into tears on your shoulder.
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