It was his school time… and that day, he was bullied again.
He came to his room, locked himself inside, and started to cry.
"Why… why does everyone hate me? What can I do if I have this mysterious mark on my hand? Is this my fault? I am also a human like them… am I not?
Then why am I the only one who suffers like this?
I just want to leave this life…
I don't want to live anymore…"
Suddenly, the mark on his hand began to glow.
And then—he heard a voice.
It was his mother, calling his name again and again.
He quickly ran to see what had happened.
The moment he entered her room, he froze.
Standing there was a girl—almost like an angel.
Her smooth, silky pink hair flowed softly, catching the light in a way that made it impossible to look away. Her bright green eyes shimmered gently, as if they could pull someone into their depths. And her smile… it was warm, pure—something he had never seen before.
His mother spoke calmly,
"She is your friend. Her name is Scynthia, and she will also be your roommate. Show her your room."
Before he could even react, she stepped forward, gently grabbed his hand, and asked,
"Where is your room?"
For a moment, he was stunned.
Her voice was so soft… so sweet… it felt warmer than anything he had ever known.
She lightly shook his hand, bringing him back to reality.
Without saying a word, he led her to his room.
Inside his mind, a quiet thought echoed—
"Is this… what love at first sight feels like?"
Months passed.
Scynthia slowly became more than just someone living with him.
She took care of him… like it was the most natural thing in the world.
They walked together.
Played together.
Laughed—again and again.
Those days were simple… but they meant everything to him.
For the first time, his world didn't feel empty.
Two years passed.
One day, she saw him—
Bruised.
Cuts covered his hands, his legs… his body.
Her expression changed instantly, filled with worry and something deeper—anger.
She stepped closer.
"What happened to you?"
He hesitated.
But she didn't stop asking. Not harshly—just enough that he couldn't avoid it anymore.
Finally, he spoke.
"I was beaten… by bullies.
They do it every day.
Sometimes they smoke near me… sometimes they throw me to the ground, cut me with sharp things… and laugh."
Before he could continue, she stopped him.
Her voice turned firm—protective.
"You're not going back to that school anymore.
From now on… I'll teach you everything myself."
He stood there, speechless.
Something inside him moved.
A feeling he couldn't explain.
Warm… safe…
Important.
Inside his heart, he whispered silently—
*"She's the only one.
Without her… I wouldn't survive in this world.
I have a mother… but she never cared for me.
So… thank you.
Thank you… from my heart."*
Years passed quietly.
She stayed by his side.
She taught him, cared for him… protected him.
And slowly, he grew stronger.
Eventually, he entered high school.
Though she had never allowed him to go outside before, this time… he convinced her.
He also moved out, choosing to live alone.
That house… without warmth… felt empty.
In the new place, people often looked at him strangely.
Some even mocked him—because he had rarely been seen outside before.
His mother said nothing.
As always… she didn't care.
One evening, when he returned from a walk—
He saw her.
Standing there… smiling.
In her hands was a small cake.
He looked confused.
"Why did you prepare this? You know I don't like cake."
She smiled softly.
"Today is your birthday.
You should try everything at least once.
And… I don't have much to give you. I can't do anything grand… so I made this.
Please… just one bite."
He couldn't refuse her.
So he took a small bite.
And then—he froze.
How can something taste… this good?
Without realizing it, he kept eating.
Every bite… felt special.
Watching him, her eyes softened.
There was a quiet happiness in her expression—something deep and personal.
He smiled and praised her.
Then, he handed her a dress.
"I wanted to give this to you for a long time."
She stared at it, stunned.
Then softly said,
"To be honest… no one has ever given me a gift before."
Two tears rolled down her cheeks.
He stepped forward and hugged her gently.
"It's okay."
A moment later, he realized what he was doing and tried to pull away.
But then—he noticed something.
She wasn't letting go either.
She was holding him… tightly.
Inside his heart, he whispered—
*"Please… don't leave me.
Stay like this… forever."*
More months passed.
They grew even closer.
Shared laughter.
Watched movies.
Created memories.
Moments that quietly became part of his life.
One day, she said with a soft smile,
"You know… I really want us to go to the same college.
It's one of my biggest wishes."
He replied lightly,
"Of course. And if that happens, you'll probably have a lot of boyfriends."
She laughed.
"Oh really? Then what about you? A lot of girlfriends?"
He shrugged.
"I can't. No one would accept me anyway."
She frowned slightly.
"Don't say things like that… I don't like it."
Suddenly, his phone rang.
A call from home.
He picked it up.
A cold voice spoke from the other side—
"Sorry to inform you… but your mother passed away."
Everything went silent.
His body froze.
She noticed immediately.
"What happened?"
He struggled to speak.
"They said… my mom… is no more."
Tears filled his eyes.
And then—
Everything went dark.
The next day, he woke up.
His head throbbed with pain.
He looked around… confused.
"Where is she…?"
He searched.
But she was nowhere.
A quiet fear crept in.
"Did she… leave me too?"
He picked up a newspaper.
And then—
His world shattered again.
It spoke of an accident.
Two girls had died.
One unknown.
The other—
Scynthia.
The dream breaks.
He wakes up in the present.
Morning light fills the room.
But his chest feels heavy.
Her memories return… one after another.
He searches through her belongings—like they are his most precious treasures.
Then he finds something.
A letter.
Inside the gift he once gave her.
His hands tremble as he opens it.
"If you've found this letter, it means… I can't tell you how silly and selfish I am.
Okay, let's put that aside.
To be honest, I came here from a nightmare — a place so dark that if I had stayed there, I could never have experienced this peace and happiness.
I can't ever repay the love you all gave me — especially you.
You gave me care, warmth, attention to my needs… love.
Every moment with you was so beautiful that even now, I don't know what to write and what to leave unsaid.
But within those moments, I grew one feeling…
And that feeling is love.
But there's no possibility that we can be together.
Do you know why?
Because I am not your friend.
I am your personal maid — the person your mother bought to take care of you.
I know you're probably angry now.
I'm sorry for hiding all this.
I was afraid. Afraid to be separated from you.
I never had the courage to say these things out loud… and I don't think I ever will.
So I'm writing this —
In the hope that one day, you'll know my true feelings for you.
And if you find this… please, let me know your answer.
Maybe, by then, I'm still with you.
Maybe I'm not.
But I have only one wish —
I always want to stay by your side, until the day I die.
Will you stay with me?
I'm sorry for everything…
And thank you for everything you gave.
Yours,
Your one-time friend,
"Scynthia"
"If she hadn't saved me…
What would I have become…?"
Past—
After reading the news, he ran.
Straight to the rooftop.
Without thinking.
Without stopping.
Behind him, Sumaya followed.
Just as he was about to jump—
She grabbed him tightly from behind.
Holding him with all her strength.
After he calmed down slightly—
She slapped him.
Hard.
"What are you trying to do, idiot?!"
He explained everything.
Everything—except his love for Scynthia.
She listened quietly.
Then spoke.
"I don't have the right words for your pain…
But listen carefully.
You are not alone.
I'm here. I've always been here.
From the moment you saved me… I started loving you.
Every moment you cared for me… helped me… stayed with me—
Those moments mean everything to me."
He was shocked, trying to respond—
But she stopped him.
"Don't say anything now.
I'll wait.
Just remember… there's someone waiting for your answer.
So never think you're alone."
She held his hand.
And gently pulled him away from the edge.
With a soft smile, she said—
"I'll always be waiting. Don't forget that."
He stayed silent.