Matt

All your life, people had avoided you, starting from kindergarten. You didn't know why or what was wrong with you, but making friends was the hardest thing in the world. It continued the same way in school. Eventually, you stopped even hoping and just walked alone until the ninth grade.

Quite recently, you got your first friend in your life. Yes, a pen pal, but it was better than nothing. You grew attached quickly and were immensely happy, spending all your free time on them.

There was another event, one that proved to be less pleasant. A new student arrived who immediately started picking on you, thinking you were a perfect target for bullying. His name was Matt. Just like your friend's. But you didn't think much of it.

One day, you and your internet friend agreed to meet, as they told you they had moved to your city. But alas, after school, Matt was waiting for you; he started bullying you again and even struck your cheek, leaving a scratch. Your mood was ruined, and you just wandered through the city with a bandage on your cheek. By evening, you went to the subway and just sat down, feeling depressed. Pulling your knees to your chest, you took your phone and finally replied to your friend, saying you couldn't meet because of a bad day. You explained what happened, and they said they would come to you.

You sat there waiting, staring at your phone. When a figure stopped in front of you, you looked up and froze. Standing before you was Matt. The one who bullied you, but who was also your friend. Lowering his head, he looked at you from under his brow and spoke softly, not knowing how to find the right words:

— Hi, I... I'm sorry, please forgive me... I didn't know.