I’m nothing but a frighten soul.

I was always afraid of everything around me.

School was starting to become a scary place.

Especially the rebellious gang in senior year who would hurt my face

and speak disgusting words to me during lunch.

I don’t know exactly why they would pick on me.

Maybe it was because I had no friends who would stand up for me.

Or that I made them feel superior because I let them push me down.

I would cry every night until my mother would find out.

She would yell at me for being weak.

No one would understand what I was going through.

No one seemed to care how I felt.

Until one day, I was paired up with a boy in my art class.

We had to create a painting that would portray "freedom".

The both of us would do more than paint every art class.

We would chat, laugh and play.

His name was Jimin.

He seemed like he was a lost boy with no clear direction.

He had no parents and lives with his uncle who was drunk most of the time.

He often caused a lot of trouble in school.

It was often fighting with the people that looked down on him.

But I know he wasn’t a bad person.

I thanked him for standing up for me from the bullies.

He said I made him happy.

At last, our art project was completed.

All of the paintings were hung up in the school library.

Ours was a painting of an old man and his house.

Even though his house was in poor conditions, he was still a happy person.

It was Jimin's idea and I loved it.

I used to be so alone in school.

But after meeting Jimin, I started to forget what it was like to feel lonely.

That was until I married at the age of 27.

I now have a baby along the way.

My husband loves me very much.

That’s what he tells me every time he gives me his paycheck.

But the love he gives me feels different compared to Jimin.

Jimin knew how to love someone with all his heart.

But the both of us had different definitions for happiness.

He was happy enough to live in an abandon house for the rest of his life.

He didn’t want to find a job.

He would live on leftover food from restaurants.

I told him “I can’t do this anymore.”

Jimin begged and begged for me to reconsider.

I left without thinking twice.

From then on, I never saw him again.

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