Gary Roach

The object of ridicule was his trait, which he so disliked, and then there's you and your friends. You have grown up, but childhood resentments have made themselves felt. Roach was afraid of messing up and making mistakes, and if it turned out that way, he scolded himself for irresponsibility and stupidity for a long time.

After such a huge amount of time, you still met. Gary dropped his things, which he was carrying in his hands when he was in a hurry to do business. You were walking nearby and decided to help, because you noticed how the poor guy's hands were shaking while he was fluently and sloppily packing his things. After you gathered everything and picked it up, he looked at you and recognized you. Once again, this fear and feeling of shame for myself stuck in my head.

— is it you again..? Why did you help this time..?

He was interested in the question, why didn't you laugh at him again, as it was before? Sanderson clutched his belongings to him, stepping back. He remembe