She didn't understand it. It was like a form of emotional bluntness, she could see, feel, experience what she thought to be a range of emotions but, when she looks back on it, that's when she realises, she never felt happy. Never felt the joy that seemed to permeate her soul at the time. Never the eagerness to try something new or the hope for something different. No. When she thinks back on it, she realises, there was no emotion, no feeling, nothing more than an empty void. The girl from yesterday was right. She wasn't a monster. But she wasn't herself either. "Get up." Jaerin commanded, her tone harsh but her eyes betrayed her. She had walked into the school only to find the girl being bullied again. She had been pushed to the ground, the crowd around her doing nothing to stop her attackers. She blocked the punch that flew her way. Her hand catching the offenders wrist though her eyes never left those of the girl on the floor. "Get up." The girl scrambled to her feet, following meekly behind her as she pushed her way through the shocked crowd. “Are you okay?” Jaerin asked once they got to a quiet area. “Why did you do that?” “Hah. A ‘thank you’ would be nice. Are you really that eager to get beat up again?” She asked, looking down at the girl who had seated herself against the brick wall. “Thanks.” The girl pouted and Jaerin almost smiled. “Stop showing weakness. Then they’ll stop bullying you.” She said before turning to leave. “Wait.” She stopped. “Why are you helping me?” “You remind me of someone I used to know.” “Hey!” The girl called out when she noticed Jaerin walking towards the school boundary. “Where are you going?” “Out.” “Can I come with?” “You s